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We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the… Read more.
“You’re the immigrant,” he snarled in a wild, earthy way. “And I’ll gladly knock you back to Europa.” Read more.
Those barriers, those watch towers, those rows of razor wire are grim reminders of human selfishness, the God negative and… Read more.
For the battles break you at times. There. Over those hills I look out at the far gone on the… Read more.
In a pink and salty green desert town in one of the new states, adobe Spanish churches thrust their steeples… Read more.