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For Aciek Arok Deng I leave the camp, unable to breathe, . me Freud girl, after her interior, she “Lost Girl,” after my purse, . her face: dark as … Continue reading →
South Sudan Arok, hiding from the Arabs in the branches of a tree, two weeks surviving on leaves, legs numb, mouth dry. When the mosquitoes swarmed and the bodies settled … Continue reading →
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