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... was a slow, grueling procession through a dying ecosystem.
The harsh, overcast February sky offered a pale, flat grey light that aggressively highlighted the absolute misery of the refugee camp. The ambient temperature hovered just above freezing, causing the deeply rutted, trash-strewn pathways to solidify into a treacherous, ankle-deep slurry of half-frozen mud and raw, untreated sewage. The howling surface wind whipped through the maze of blue plastic tarps and rusted corrugated-tin s ...
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