The Paper Airplane Wars
A week. That’s all I had: a week to experience a new culture, a new world, a new perspective. I assumed that the geography, culture, and people of other countries would be wildly different. What else was I to think? My perspective of life was confined to the boundaries of my red, white, and blue nation. The rest of the world was a mystery to me. It wasn’t until I landed in Punta Cana, Dominican...
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