Earlier this month—just as the air started to crispen with the coming of autumn—I heard a song that made me laugh with delight: “Land of the Living,” by Roo Panes. So rarely do I come across a song that is at once nostalgic and joyful, that I could not help but listen again and again. While this song is far from new, it was new to me. Indeed, it contains something of eternal renewal, for its melody resonates with country mirth and its lyrics speak of an almost Narnian re-enchantment.
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The other day, I asked my dad to print my dissertation at his office. That evening, I found it neatly stacked on the counter and
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