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Jack Jackson's avatar

Keep writing. Your stories break my heart.

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Rob Croese's avatar

I remember the gold fields west of Puerto Maldonado and the bars and brothel signs along the road. From there we crossed the river by boat, as the bridge was still partially hanging in the air. From there to Iñiparí and into Brazil.

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