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I remember that morning like a photograph faded at the edges. The village was still half-asleep, the air sharp enough to sting my nose, and Eli woke with the kind …

I remember that morning like a photograph faded at the edges. The village was still half-asleep, the air sharp enough to sting my nose, and Eli woke with the kind …

I remember that morning like a photograph faded at the edges. The village was still half-asleep, the air sharp enough to sting my nose, and Eli woke with the kind …

Every morning before dawn, I tie my hair back, pull on the worn uniform, and slide my feet into shoes that have seen better years. The street is quiet when …

Every morning before dawn, I tie my hair back, pull on the worn uniform, and slide my feet into shoes that have seen better years. The street is quiet when …

Every morning before dawn, I tie my hair back, pull on the worn uniform, and slide my feet into shoes that have seen better years. The street is quiet when …

My house is the place I raised my son. It’s the porch where he learned to ride a bike, the kitchen where I burned birthday cakes and he still ate …

My house is the place I raised my son. It’s the porch where he learned to ride a bike, the kitchen where I burned birthday cakes and he still ate …