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	<title>Tijuana &#8211; Flung</title>
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		<title>With Migrants and Nomads</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jaime Jacques]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2018 10:01:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My friend drives me to the airport. We pull into the drop-off zone amidst dirty, day old snow and we both get out of the car. I shiver in my thin grey turtleneck as we hug, bid farewell and play out a familiar scene. I thank her profusely for the ride. She marvels at my economy in packing, at the way I am able to fit my life into a bag, at the things I am able to live without [&#8230;]
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