On the past four years, only this:

 
How did I
get so lucky?
 
 
Of few things can we ever be certain.
I know: there is no place like Gordon.
 
   I don’t have to exhaust the world to know this:
   I met my best friends, learned from the wisest, most gracious individuals, and involved myself in an institution that encouraged me to, 
 
 
        while learning intentionality, open-mindedness within conviction, and any other lesson I stopped to learn.  
 
 
 
                           Now, with leaves yellowing and air crisping, I miss with such aching. If I could make those four years last forever, I think I would.

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