i. Clammed up, I’m an uncooked mussel as I board the bus. The lingering scent of passport checks fills the air, for we’re about to cross imaginary man-made borders. ii. Like a Latvian summer morning rain, I’m persistent. I insert myself into spaces and force people to make room for me, for I have packed...

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