Sawdust To the past, I miss you still And feel as though I always will. The life I knew So full and grand Was all so quickly Snatched from my hands The sun does not shine Near as bright or gay I feel constantly plagued With the misery of a rainy day There’s nothing I could’ve done, Nor is there any now. I see the sweetness of memories, The desire to go back— and only wonder how. -Ruth Jacob (alum ‘19) Abby Zolty (11)
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