Last night, seemingly in honor of Bacchanal’s end, every natural force came together for a wild thunderstorm. Benches were blown over. Tree branches snapped. People slept even worse than they would have with the aid of Bacch-related extreme alcohol consumption. The morning after, we woke up with some regrets about yesterday’s events. We wished some things […]
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