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Karate Kids
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The Karate Girl

I had begun karate in pursuit of knowledge and Danger, but by age twelve, I simply enjoyed the sport.

Since Forgotten
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Since Forgotten

Since Forgotten
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Since Forgotten

That was the first time of many times someone thought something was wrong with me, and the experience was more physical than mental. My face burned, which was shame. My stomach felt heavy, which was worry. And then my heart tightened, which was it preparing its defenses for the next time.

Woods
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How to Get Lost in the Woods

There was an unspoken divide, invisible lines we crossed and continued to cross. We must have had some lingering fear of the unknown, which was tied up with our thirst to dive deeper and drink in every sun-flecked atom of the land that felt like ours.

Cambodia
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Cambodia

The fields near Botum Sakor, in southwestern Cambodia.

Luke endpaper
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Luke endpaper

Luke endpaper
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Imitation Game

Art imitates life, but life imitates art, too. Yet art and life aren’t the only players in the imitation game—the rest of us, caught inside, can’t be hopelessly stuck. There must be some way we can break out.

A Forest Fire Perhaps
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A Forest Fire, Perhaps

She was surrounded in her home by 70 years of things she bought and worked for without ever learning how to read. Without ever needing to know how to read.

A Forest Fire Perhaps
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A Forest Fire Perhaps

Cherry Pits
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Cherry Pits

The window curtains flutter—apricot-colored like the scent on the breeze—and a few leaves fly in. We’re six floors up; there’s no elevator. My great-grandmother hasn’t left this room in seven years.

One's Old Home
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One's Old Home

One's Old Home
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One's Old Home

​I awoke in my grandfather’s house at sunrise each morning to the sound of migrant workers building houses, three to nine stories tall, 1000 miles away from their families.

Breaking Hive
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Breaking Hive

Breaking Hive
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Breaking Hive

"Four days after the Finals of the Scripps National Spelling Bee, I was running through drills. No, not root-word exercises. Not etymology practice. Football drills."

Stellar Speller
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Stellar Speller

Frank M. Cahill '20 with his entryway mates (Hollis North and South) just after the Freshman Dean's Office Spelling Bee.

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