Between Two Worlds Noah Veras ’28 Spanish was the first cradle of my mouth, Rocking me in lullabies I don’t remember, soft as my mother’s prayers, bright as the island sun, Warm as afternoons on my grandmother’s porch, steady as the rhythm of waves against the shore, a language that wrapped me Before I even knew its name. To Grow is to Remember Sophia Biss ’26 48
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