99 lede

I WALK TO THE doorway; the man is inviting. He motions for me to enter. A dirt floor, unknown particles in the air. He pulls a dirty plastic chair from a neat stack by the entryway and I take my seat, explaining to him why I am here. The laminated list of research questions rests in my hands as my breath becomes labored.

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