it eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... and one fine morning-
so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
fitzgerald, the great gatsby
felix gee, recreational basement dweller. metaphorically hosted by the ocf.
my friends!
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felixgee07@gmail.com
fgee@berkeley.edu
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