This city. This summer. 

The sun shone bright every day. 

The boats jammed the river; the people filled the streets; the blankets covered the entirety of the park.

Riding my worn-out bike home from the river at dusk with a bag of books, an empty wine bottle, and the remaining strawberries

– that will always be Cambridge to me. 

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