Don't worry, this isn't my final blog post. Many things still need to be accomplished before I cap this off for good. However, the thought of leaving the greatest semester of my life behind in a couple of days reminded me of this poem from like 7th grade. You're right, I have zero interest in poetry what-so-ever, but this one felt appropriate to share:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
Then Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost
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