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Touchéd Coming to the end of my microcosmos, and coming into my own I hovered in the fleeting twilight of my college experience. After the textbooks were all returned and the projects all completed I felt that I would be counted and measured by the greater world. This prospect both paralyzed and exhilarated me. And I was alone. While I sorely missed companionship, I felt certain was yet to encounter my great friend. |