harvard is unspeakably beautiful the springtime, especially right after the rain, when the courtyard is blanketed in blush-colored blossoms. the lilacs are in full bloom right now, and their heady perfume never fails to transport me back to kindergarten days in beijing, when my father would pluck a sprig for me from the trees that soared overhead and i would bury my nose in them, before walking home together.
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