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On a sweltering afternoon in Port-au-Prince, I walked with a group of visiting U.S. human-rights lawyers up to a dusty lot filled with shacks, tents, and broken-...
Near the stone ledgewhere I sleepthe lion paces.All nighthe walks back and forth above me,then leaps to the ledge,settles in close.I feel the heat of his flanks,the...
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