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Intervention--Extra Credit

On a college campus, you can almost always find every nook and bench taken up with swarms of studying busybodies. To be in such an empty, yet very open area, felt very exposing and secluded at the same time. It's rare for me to find a place where I can be with myself in such a busy location, and it felt like a mini safe haven that had one foot in the present, and one in another place all together.

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