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One summer in Magnolia, Arkansas, many years ago, my friends and I packed ourselves six deep in a one-bedroom, one-bath duplex. The house was a hundred years old, and we lived on one side of it, separated from our neighbors …

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When I was 10, I sat on the cold tile floor, hunched over a red plastic tub between my skinny legs. It was December, and it was cold—as cold as it can get in Africa. My fingers worked the clothes …

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To get to where we live, you take a county road that’s paved for 3 of its winding miles up a mountain before becoming gravel about half a mile from our acres. The house is a hundred yards or so …

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