I climbed the levee, walked through a gate flanked by razor wire, and looked around. A few yards higher, a woman sat alone on a castoff lawn chair, her expression empty as she watched me approach. I climbed toward her and glanced briefly at the chair beside her. It had no seat, so she stood and grabbed another from nearby. They were the only three chairs I had seen in the camp, and her act fel…
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