September 2010
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dreaming in red, white, and blue
from the altiplano to the english moor, amazonia to phnom penh, i’ve grown accustomed to considering myself a man without one land. in the microcosm of world travel, under the shifting lights of foreign suns, we learn to view both the world and ourselves through others’ eyes. ambassador, trespasser, guest, or infidel: we mold to the images our hosts or fellow vagabonds provide.
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