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As I scrunch my feet up inside my woolen socks, I can still feel grains of sand from a Korean beach rubbing and scratching the spaces between my toes. I’m going back to Beijing. Having only just left Korean soil ten minutes before, I glance outside at the blue day. My eyes wander towards the [...]
10 January 2009 | Beijing, China, diabolo “Zzzzzrrrrrr…..whhhhhhrrrrrr….zzzzzzrrrrrr….whrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..” If I close my eyes and listen to the sound, I might think that I’m listening to a classroom full of hornets having a noisy conversation before the queen bee arrives to give a lecture. My eyes are not closed. They’re open and aware of everything around me. The buzzing and whirring sound comes [...]
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