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 “There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.”―Linda Hogan


Today I am every age I ever was. I am eleven riding the waves on my raft. I am fourteen and seventeen on my friend's surfboard on my stomach slicing through the waves. I am 35 swimming with my kids in the ocean with our Newfoundland dog towing us along, and I am 64 standing in the icy ocean, what a wonderful day I think.

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  • Portrait by Christopher Felver. Terra Trevor is an essayist, memoirist and nonfiction writer of a diverse body of work. She values the collective experienc...

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