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ABOUT THE SELECTED IMAGE: This place on East Beach brings back warm memories. One night, bioluminescent dinoflagellates washed up there, the pressure of our footsteps caused them to emanate light as my sister and I laughed and ran all over the sand. In college, my friends and I packed into my parents’ minivan and drove there to spend New Year’s Eve huddling together and shivering next to a fire. During grad school, I would often go there alone to walk, to vent, to relax, to celebrate, to mourn. It’s where I would go to yell at the waves. It’s where I first began thinking about how health is a much broader concept than that which can be confined within hospitals or other clinical spaces. It’s where I first began thinking about how the environments we inhabit affect our mental spaces. The day I saw these wildflowers waving in the wind, I remember admiring their beauty and liveliness, even while feeling a sense of sadness for their transience and finitude… This place is a part of me. This place is my home on that strange, little isle called Galveston.
