The 36th Convocation


The birds created convoluted patterns in the sky, as the students sat on the lawns absorbing into their souls that this magical night was the end of their journey.

Three years.
These three years that came at the right time.
These three years where we grew up.
These three years made us who we are right now.
These three years full of stories and people.
These three years that we needed.

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Author: iNOsaint

Inosaint. The Evil Genius. The Mad Hunter. I go by many names!

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