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Seven. The surface of this one is tinted grey, like the clouds overhead. There are a couple of small streaks of white in this one. It caught my eye, nubbing out of the sand. I rub my thumb over its ridged edge and fit it in the palm of my hand. There are some grains of sand still clinging [...]
4 May 2011 | Comments are closed China, Clams, Dalian In a town with an ugly name, ugly things are bound to happen. The place is called ZhuangheW, (pronounced Dj-wong-huh), and it sounds like an exhaust pipe after a car crash. It’ s next to the sea, and not at all famous, probably some industrial drive-thru town. No one has recommended Zhuanghe as a place to visit, but I [...]
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