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Cotton Story
As told by my dad, José Olivares
I should accept that this place has always been an island
After class, I walk toward the exit looking—like my students—not toward the future but at my phone’s screen.
Tour of Babel Primary category in which blog post is published
The Art of Arranging Yourself
On resourcefulness as a national trait.
