It's Sunday morning, the day before classes start, and only the charming stylings of Clara Schumann are keeping me from losing my shit entirely.
This is Ich Bin Ein Oberliner. Get ready to read.
(dispatches from the very nearly nowhere)
It's Sunday morning, the day before classes start, and only the charming stylings of Clara Schumann are keeping me from losing my shit entirely.
This is Ich Bin Ein Oberliner. Get ready to read.
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