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I joined an elderly man, sitting on his mat on barren land in eastern Chad. He gestured out toward the miles of baked sand and said, "When I was a boy, there were two streams that met just there. There were many trees and thick, tall grass. All the animals came here to drink, even elephants and huge birds, and monkeys -they were all here. And we children played in the water." We stared at the parched land and I could almost see what he was remembering.
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