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Thursday, 16 March 2017

Nasreen gathered the food quickly, but she, too, noticed a series of odd smells carried into the house by the wind. 'At first, it smelled bad, like garbage,' she said. 'And then it was a good smell, like sweet apples. Then like eggs.' Before she went downstairs, she happened to check on a caged partridge that her father kept in the house. 'The bird was dying,' she said. 'It was on its side.' She looked out the window. 'It was very quiet, but the animals were dying. The sheep and goats were dying.' Nasreen ran to the cellar. 'I told everybody there was something wrong. There was something wrong with the air.'

from here

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Social grants are, in many senses, the glue holding families and communities together

Chris Webb on the social grants crisis in South Africa

Friday, 3 March 2017

oceans atop bus shelters

great plains on lamp posts

Friday, 24 February 2017

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Monday, 20 February 2017