An Elective Choice

 

    I wish I could remember your name. I knew it for one semester. Yet even now after thirty years, I embrace your inspiration, and lately, squeeze every syllable out to inhale the memory of confidence. How your eyes opened wide, how you would stand up from your desk and say to me, this is good. Keep going.

    I wish I could remember your name, because your nurturing words still resonate.



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An Elective Choice

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