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Traffic Rules The policewoman stands atop her little traffic throne, sunglasses shading her eyes, her right palm facing outwards to signal the oncoming traffic to stop. The white gloves on both of her hands protect her delicate fingers from the Sun. They fit snugly. Perhaps she painted her nails in the morning. She can’t let her [...]
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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