On the bathroom counter lies a soup bowl filled with water, and a three-ringed bouquet of flowerheads suspended on the surface of the water. It's been over a week since graduation, where Hf. Riechert put those flowers in unfunctional yet artistic glass bowls. Yet, those live flowers still look fresh.
In retrospect, it's only been two weeks since the last final exam, but it has felt like it has been so long ago. Well, it's summer now, and a slow summer seems to be a good one.
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