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  • My white knuckles were frozen as I clutched the metal railing.  Its silvery color glistened in the light.  It was actually quite beautiful: The rainbow of greys and silvers reflected in the boat, the cloud-covered sky, and the choppy waters of the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  The beauty of my...

  • Glimpsing out our train's family room window I watched as, complete with the new World Trade building's opening that morning, the New York City skyline slowly became swallowed in a hazy mist of shrinking horizon created by the furthering distance of miles. I folded shut the book I had planned to...

  •             “The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” These are the insightful words of John Muir, famed outdoorsman and conservationist. I found much truth in these words as my family's van, packed tight with skis and thick snow suits, ascended into the snowcapped peaks...

  • If someone had asked me a year ago, "Where will you find utter devastation alongside genuine joy?" I'd have tapped out and asked for a new riddle. And I know for a fact that the last place that would've crossed my mind would've been Southern Mississippi. The place that I was about to embark on a...

  • Imagine this: you stand on a dock beside a silver boat, preparing to board. The spruce-scented air caresses your face, promising gentle waves in the blue water of Resurrection Bay. Before you step onto the boat, an otter playfully swims past, following the boat out of the docks. To your left, a...

  •   Iowa City, Iowa is marked by the face of a Turk that I met there while attending the "International Writing Program: Between the Lines" over the summer. After spending three weeks in the midwest and wondering where the seafood was imported from and why exactly an American presidential candidate...

  • My parents were singing to old rock songs on the radio. My younger sister Emma and friends Rose and Ella were in the back seat with me laughing at ridiculous pictures on Instagram.“Look at the landscape!” Emma said, pointing out.“No more city,” said Rose.“Mountains!” I shouted.Rose hastily pulled...

  • In 10 hours, my view changed from a sea of blue to a sea of green, yellow, and gold. Green hills of potato plants, gold fields of wheat, and touches of bright yellow mustard in between surrounded me from all directions. It was as if I were looking at a painting of a bucolic scene and I was the tiny...

  • An hour and a half north of Seattle, in a town called Anacortes, lies a tourist trap that comprises of a gift shop full of whale memorabilia and a dock along which are a slew of large, imposing nautical vessels bobbing innocently in the cold, dead, unforgiving water. At least, that was my first...

  • June 16th, 2015, the day my life changed forever.  My mom tried to hide the tears in her eyes as she told me how proud I make her.  It was the last time I would see my mom and sister again until August 27, 2015.  In front of our apartment was the government car and standing beside it, two soldiers...

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