Debbie Roth

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We spat out words of pain, self-pity, hate—for judges, doctors, false friends, each other. The scratching, desperate need for water took over from every other need, hid the pain in our joints, the battered and blistered feet, the sunburned, cut and bruised skin. Nothing else mattered; we needed water and we needed it now.
The Salt Path: A Memoir
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