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Interpreting the Lamb

By Natalie Johansen

They strung her up by her hind legs, matter-of-fact like, and there she swung, bawling and defecating in terror. There I sat, not six feet from the scene, trying to teach a shriveled raisin of a woman about Jesus while her sons and grandsons prepared the lamb for Christmas supper. The abuelita, like everyone else, …

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Barcelona, Venezuela: 1998

By Brittney Poulsen Carman

The bus slows just enough to cough us out, and already my companion is begging me to leave her there, right there on the last curb before the pavement ends and the street turns to red mud. I’ll just sit here, she says. She points to the spot. She promises she won’t move. Her eyes …

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Barcelona, Venezuela: 1998

The bus slows just enough to cough us out, and already my companion is begging me to leave her there, right there on the last curb before the pavement ends and the street turns to red mud. I’ll just sit here, she says. She points to the spot. She promises she won’t move. Her eyes …

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