Like our dear Headmaster pointed out in our last newsletter, May burns with the above description. It's hot, intense, and short. May is special again.
Mayo y las despedidas escribia el año pasado. Ahora es Mayo y me voy, y Mayo y llego.
Our heads bursting with data ready to pour their knowledge on numbered paper to be read by stranger eyes. Things and life is slowly drained out of our houses, concentrated in boxes for things to be given away, and our time to be spent in the library or AQ.
Little settlements have been built in classrooms at the AQ, corners are inhabited by Muwci Librarianis, or people in the library. And the time has come for us to pack, to put all of our belongings into bags and boxes, to wait for life to move on, and new life to come to this place.
Mayo y las despedidas escribia el año pasado. Ahora es Mayo y me voy, y Mayo y llego.
Our heads bursting with data ready to pour their knowledge on numbered paper to be read by stranger eyes. Things and life is slowly drained out of our houses, concentrated in boxes for things to be given away, and our time to be spent in the library or AQ.
Little settlements have been built in classrooms at the AQ, corners are inhabited by Muwci Librarianis, or people in the library. And the time has come for us to pack, to put all of our belongings into bags and boxes, to wait for life to move on, and new life to come to this place.
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