The ball rolls
And bounces, too
Carried by the wind
As it descends to the ground
It sits idle as gravity has placed it
Diversion is the way of the ball
It dares to deflect worry and distress
by Alexandra Foerster, ’09
The ball rolls
And bounces, too
Carried by the wind
As it descends to the ground
It sits idle as gravity has placed it
Diversion is the way of the ball
It dares to deflect worry and distress
by Alexandra Foerster, ’09
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I’m having a love affair with my pillow.No matter how many times it doubles in size—soaked with the weight of my problems—or I smear all my makeup from another long day,or I scrunch and I squish it this way and that,it loves me back.Every night, it cradles my face,and for hours while I dream—helpless and…