As she wrote on her blog, a hallmate once told her that “M.I.T. is the closest you can get to living in the Internet,”

The ink depletes too quickly.

The queen and her court traveled to the city to welcome back the soldiers.

All flowers in field or forest which unclose Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day, Swinging their censers in the element, With orient incense lit by the new ray Burned slow and inconsumably, and sent Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air […]