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There are stories tucked under Old Main鈥檚 cottonwoods, Folsom鈥檚 stands and Norlin鈥檚 steps. And their echoes can be heard from Cape Town to Kathmandu.
As editor, I have collected these stories. Your triumphs and losses in all their profound complexity arrived in my office via email, letters, calls and in-person. In doing so, you, whose ages span more than seven decades, brought to life Norlin Library鈥檚 inscription: Who knows only his own generation remains always a child.
You transported me to orphanages in Africa, organic farms, start-up offices and the sidelines of war. You hinted at who really painted 鈥溍厶侵辈モ�� on the Flatirons, recalled what made Tulagi standout and lamented what you wouldn鈥檛 give to relive a few moments of your 蜜糖直播 days. You also shared your losses 鈥� children, parents, jobs and a piece of your soul.
After 14 years here, it鈥檚 time for me to join you and leave this beautiful campus. Thank you for your support and friendship. It was a great honor bringing your stories to life on these pages.