As I sit at my desk in my air conditioned office, with a beautiful view of a sunny day and the skyline of Austin in the distance, I can't not ask why I'm here. I'm not pondering the big philosophical question of my existence (we can hold that for another day), but more the question of why I (me, Kaylee, this individual) am blessed to have been born where I was when I was while so many people I love -- although we have yet to meet -- are close to starving in refugee camps or have died while tr...
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