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Introspection

Maddie Trice 01
Introspection

Maddie Trice 01

Madison A. "Maddie" Trice ‘21 with her hair in curls.

Maddie Trice 02
Introspection

How to Untangle Knotted Hair

Perched on the edge of the bathtub, I balance a laptop on my damp knees and squint through a protein-oil haze. Conditioner drips from damp spirals. The weight of the overpriced hydrating cream is so heavy that I can barely read what my fingers have frantically been typing into the search bar: “how to untangle knotted hair.”

How Do I Tell You?
Introspection

How Do I Tell You This In A Way You'll Understand?

Narratives of sexual violence fill the public air these days like gnats in summer, but I do still find them fairly invisible in life here.

Woods
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Woods

Woods
Endpaper

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.

The Word Nuclear
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The Word Nuclear

The Word Nuclear
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The Word: Nuclear

​My grandmother stood shaking in the open doorway. She called out to my mother and her younger sister, warning them to raise their blue canvas backpacks above their heads as they stepped off the school bus and ran across the front yard. She didn’t know what the end of the world looked like, but she must have imagined that it might suddenly rain down from the sky in large, fiery droplets.

Cambodia
Introspection

Like a Man at a Museum

I could get lost in the jungle, so lost that no one would find me, and months later there would be some notice for a foreigner’s body found in the brush but it would just be a paper notice, stuck on a wooden wall in the village’s main hall, for a foreigner’s body found in the brush of the middle of nowhere. In a way, I feel more myself than I have ever felt before.

Third Time's The Charm
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Third Time's The Charm

Secret Dialect Hum10
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Secret Dialect Hum10

Secret Dialect Hum10 Redux
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Secret Dialect Hum10 Redux

Third Time's The Charm
Introspection

The Women In Your Seminar Are Speaking a Secret Dialect and Thank God For That

Here is my thesis: Gerty MacDowell and her friends do not hold hands. They do not hug. They do much more. Flashing signals like lighthouses.

A Forest Fire Perhaps
Endpaper

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.

Cherry Pits
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Cherry Pits

Cherry Pits
Endpaper

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.

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