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Do They Know it’s Christmas?
Two years ago I was soaked to the bone, seated in the back of a church pulsating with West African hymns.
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I spent last year pacing in the Istanbul airport, moving from Rome to Delhi, anticipating a family reunion overdue.
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This year I’m at home, but alone again, with a 23 year old bottle of rum, a stack of ungraded finals, and basketball.
