Nostalgia.

Innocence on a Beach
Grabbing sand in their small fists, they giggle and share seashells,¬†blissfully ignorant of the deceptively serene ocean before them–its depths and secrets untold to those sheltered in sunshine and childhood. ¬†
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On this brisk May evening at the end of a second year at MIT, I remember summers and innocence long gone–perhaps having already slipped into that ocean, barely treading and wistfully glancing back at what once was. ¬†