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things that are golden by Audrey C. '24

a zine

things that are golden. illustration of me starting out contemplatively towards the sunset reflected off of the charles river

eating a stick of fried dough (a traditional breakfast food) in chinatown park

mercury's (black kitten) green gold eyes

the warm glow of a lit up spinning prop

goldfish crackers from laverdes to accompany 3am pset parties in the stud. it's always find stress and strain; it's never are you stressed or strained. ihtfp. same.

the bear shaped bottle of honey that sweetens my tea

leaves carried by the wind in the east campus courtyard

your warm embrace

the piss colored juice in caprisun pouches, made delicious by childhood nostagia. caprisun has become a staple of spinning arts events

the full moon over the charles

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.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton