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Where Honduras ends, there are no borders, no guards, no gate post. This is where a nation vanishes with no fanfare.
For decades, this has been the dumping ground for the industrial refuse of the Honduran coast. Plastic, tin cans, leftover food are left here to rot. And so are the leftover humans, the orphans, the sick, the widowed, the disabled, those who want to hide and think that, among the trash, they can escape their past. And even death.
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