Ever unpredictable, I check the weather to find I should expect smoke. No explanation why. Yet, much like a forecast this spring for "sand," it came true. Somehow, here, from my classroom, I couldn't see past 100 feet and my clothes smelled like I came from a bonfire. There was no special holiday, and no one offered an explanation. That's China.
Later days,
Rick
1 comment:
My goodness.
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