The extra long "beach weekend" is over. With fall, my attention turns to academia. To my alma mater, which in fact has a physical manifestation of the "soul mother," named Alma Mater.
I wonder if Alma Mater's was the first black face at Columbia.
It is a strange and wondrous thing to walk in the footsteps of your literary (and other) heroes. I wonder what they thought of when they, like me, passed Alma Mater everyday.
I have such an affection for her and tried, while racing between classes and study groups, to capture her from every angle, in every season.
Once, someone put a muffin in her hand.
My friend climbed up on her and planted a kiss on her check!
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