Scholars in Passing
Beneath the Bridge of Sighs, graduates move in quiet procession, gowns drifting like dark sails against the pale stone. The air holds both the weight of tradition and the lightness of new beginnings.
Scholars in Passing
Beneath the Bridge of Sighs, graduates move in quiet procession, gowns drifting like dark sails against the pale stone. The air holds both the weight of tradition and the lightness of new beginnings.
