Tag: Cambridge
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England
I didn’t realize England had a smell until I came back to it – faint and ancient. Stories and moss. I’m back where everything makes sense, just pressing unpause. Everything is quiet and slow today. I know how to move between these places. There is sun, and I lose myself in routine.
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Charles
Over an ocean, other rowing boats. Another river, another Cambridge. Seeking familiar sights, the rhythm of blades breaking the water, at the Head of the Charles Regatta. Homesick for new home from old home.
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Cambridge
Cambridge is ungraspable, uncontainable. The universe condensed into this small space, streets squeezed and teaming. An explosion. Cobblestones and pavement, the river and the green, the boats and the cows, the history, the High Street. It’s eating gelato on the stone wall and racing on a bike to catch the train to Ely for tea…
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Cambridge
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…
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Grantchester
Summer broke early in Cambridge this year. Real summer. The summer that beckons you to the park. Picnic blanket, book, boat summer. Sun shining summer. Grantchester Meadows is like the “beach” of Cambridge to me; a destination of sunbathers and swimmers. The place to which everyone escapes to a thousand shades of green.
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Cambridge Spring
Sunny, hot, summer-springtime, April in Cambridge. I had forgotten what it felt like to be warm, to walk freely sans rain coat or weighed down by boots and layers. So rare, and so wonderful. We had cocktails on the Varsity roof deck to celebrate.
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