T.N.T
August 29th 2008 I'm standing outside a ramshackle building located on a salt flat in the middle of the Atacama desert. Somewhere around here at some point in the past, two officials stood facing each other. One of them used the toe of a well-polished shoe to swipe a short line between them in the ashen earth. The two looked down for a moment and silently contemplated. Finally, the other official rubbed his freshl
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