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  • My wife, who's with Doctors Without Borders, accompanies me past the resettlement camp to the trout stream I've been pestering her about. I've brought my rod-and-reel, insect repellent, sunblock, and local militia's fishing permit. "I trust you'll stay out of trouble?" She then stamps away.

    Moments later a howl pierces the air. It seems to come from a wrecked pickup nearby. Investigating, I discover a newborn along with several (filled) milk bottles, extra diapers, and what looks like a tear-stained note in Serbo-Croatian.

    I gather the infant and belongings and return to the river. She gurgles happily as I cast my first fly.

    Photo by Madison Woods. Used by permission.
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