The man trudged up the red mud lane carrying a rucksack on his back and a tin trunk in one...
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Gopuji tore away the blanket. His shirt was drenched in sweat. He dragged himself out of bed. When he foamed...
The only thing I could do for him was take his picture. So I heaved my DSLR up—it had to...
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