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It's about 3 am, and the stress from my freshman year has completely reversed my sleep cycle. I head outside with a lit cigarette and work my way towards the walkway outside the dorm that crosses the river.
Lining that walkway is an array of old-fashioned light posts. Most of the area is dark, making the glow coming from the buildings across the river stand out even more. I would lean over the side of the railing, blow out the smoke, and just watch the murky water run past. It gets disorienting every so often, so I'd look away to snap out of it before looking down again. The occasional straggler walks by, neither myself nor they acknowledge one another. In a city that big, in a campus that size, the serenity is remarkable.
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