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Alien Land Law
While heading south toward the Mojave National Preserve, my friends and I noticed a strange glow crossing the sky and joked that it must be a spacecraft coming to pick us up. Aliens, we called ourselves. The four of us—from the Philippines, Singapore, Brazil, and China—were the only

Bike Repair
I'm piecing together an old bike sorting through parts in a bag drawing out dried up leaves, scraps of old plastic and, sometimes, the part I need. My hands are smudged black the smell of it all, the cold metal, the damp air, the used grease, fogs up
