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“Ballad of San Jose Nacahuil, Guatemala” (A Tritina)

My town sits on a single-lane dirt road. A black car roars up to my cantina. The bandits inside are thirsty for blood. First shot to my arm brings first sign of blood. Bodies of townsfolk fast fall to the … Continue reading

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