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There are always those times when the well-laid plans for your future get pulled out from under your feet. In June 2015 my teaching contract ended along with my lease, and my two-year relationship took its last faltering steps and arrived at an impasse. With all these unmoorings I felt both liberated and adrift, so I packed up my car and headed west.

Smoldering heaps of garbage extend to the horizon, and plumes of greasy smoke obscure the sky. Amidst the garbage walk barefoot, rag-tag groups of filthy children carrying burlap sacks – into which they deposit items of value; glass bottles, broken shoes, electronics.

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