demolition

the musty smell

of an old house

The dung heap quartet

fresh morning air

a light frosting

on the dung heap
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a change in the weather

wisps of steam rising

from the dung heap

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midsummer day

the hum of bluebottles

in the dung heap

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the days get shorter

falling silent

the dung heap

cherry blossom

kamikaze petals

on their final mission

The uninhibited joy of the Chinese working class

line dancing

flute playing

dancing in formation

the public park trademark

of this unique nation

old men with caged birds

hanging in trees

children with grandmas

ready to please

slow joggers

limb smackers

backwards walkers

rice crackers

hacking and spitting

great gobbets of phlegm

no one seems to bother

they do it again

mobile phones

another selfie

too much smoking

never healthy

public toilets

easy to find

an awful stink

no one seems to mind

line dancing

flute playing

dancing in formation

the public park trademark

of this unique nation