north face

I had a couple of good things, but now I only remember walking up and down stairs with one of my roommates beside terraced concrete plazas on the north face of Tufts, at night. There were other people there who we encountered, and there was also connection to scenes of different settings. One thing that can always be said about my journal logs is that they are precise.

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