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The dirty and dusty roads of Latin America always lead me onto the shifting sands of time, into the swirling sea-foam and saltwater, and straight through a grandiose curling tube—a cathedral of stained glass wrapping itself warmly around me—as if to whisper in my ear, “You’re finally home.”
Ryan Crain wrote this story.