Monthly Archives: July 2014

tree, shrub, bookstorm

mica and i high-five as we pass each other
(her headed in and me headed out
on the out-and-back portion of
the run portion of today’s
brick (bike + followed by run) training)
i know why they call it a brick
i call out to her
it’s because it makes your legs feel like a brick
later, when we path-cross in the kitchen
over vegan pancakes
she says
i think you’re wrong about the brick
clarifying
it doesn’t make your legs feel like a brick
it makes your whole body feel like a brick
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so you’re the one in charge of the cabbage patch
ami jokes/laughs in that ami joking/laughing voice in the drivers seat
and i laugh back
while we head what seems south
on highway 15
this is what we’re woven with
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madix on his first horse ride
wants to knowwhere is the place
on the horse
to put the sword
howdy i call out to emory
as he makes his way around
on the tall brown horse
after his break
and georgia in the chair next to me
drops her water bottle twice
and twice i pick it up
and wipe off the cap
with the sleeve of my tshirt
all the while sitting still becomes hotter
because of the nonmovement+sun

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fabulous red cap
with iridescent sparkles
sent from jdawg
arrives in manila
in the mail today
that and a zebra stripe card

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let me know if you want a mini
mica offers
which, in itself, is healing
and i am grateful

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we laugh in stupid spanish
que terrible! que lastima! por que no?
hoping jose doesn’t mind
(which he doesn’t seem to
a guess later confirmed)
while we unearth the final row
in lookfarther field
of potatoes

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celebratory finishing-potatoes drink
mixed up by amber who says
she doesn’t know what she is doing
but she is wrong:
limeaid plus mint plus
agua con gas

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madix on his belly on the swing
while i do the tree – shrub trick
with grass seed
and continue to do so
fulfilling various requests:
tree, shrub, tornado!
tree, shrub, book storm!
tree, shrub, hail storm!
tree, shrub, lightning!
tree, shrub, dog storm!
tree, shrub, noodles!

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you just had dinner jose declares
in a kitchen that filled with
joy and light
(blame it on the spaniard)
while i bite into a piece of sourdough
with a paul robeson tomato
sliced on top

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war:

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A Palestinian girl who lost five family members in what medics said was Israeli shelling during Israel’s ground offensive, weeps outside a hospital in Beit Lahita in the northern Gaza Strip.
– voice of america, day in photos

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A South Korean student displays a message during a rally against the Israeli military operations in Gaza and the West Bank near the Israeli Embassy in Seoul, South Korea.
– voice of america, day in photos

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A Palestinian, who fled his family’s house following the Israeli offensive, sleeps as he takes refuge inside a classroom at a United Nations-run school in Jabaliya refugee camp in northern Gaza Strip.
– voice of america, day in photos

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Codepink activists, dressed to symbolize those wounded and killed in Gaza, rally outside the Israeli Embassy in Washington, DC.
– voice of america, day in photos

Palestinian man reacts next to the body of his relative, whom medics said was killed by Israeli shelling near a market in Shejaia, at a hospital in Gaza City
Palestinian man reacts next to the body of his relative, whom medics said was killed by Israeli shelling near a market in Shejaia, at a hospital in Gaza City.
REUTERS/Mohammed Salem

 

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water:

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A man poses on the stairs outside UCLA’s Pauley Pavilion sporting arena as water flows down from a broken 30 inch water main onto Sunset Boulevard in the Westwood section of Los Angeles, California
.  – voice of america, day in photos

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A pod of dolphins surf a wave in Jeffreys Bay, South AfricaPicture:
Stan Blumberg / Barcroft Media

A man looks at a car that is partially submerged in floodwaters in Novaci
A man looks at a car that is partially submerged in floodwaters in Novaci, southwest Romania.

REUTERS/Bogdan Cristel

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A farmer works in his paddy field despite below-average rainfall during India’s monsoon season
. – bbc, day in photographs

A miner washes after finishing his shift at a coal mine in Choa Saidan Shah, Punjab province
A miner washes after finishing his shift at a coal mine in Choa Saidan Shah, Punjab province, Pakistan.

REUTERS/Sara Farid

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reunioning

i was dragging my ass all over that field
for the first half of the game
i tell tyler
so was i he replies

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we weren’t sure about the kitten
laughed how it might take hours to decide
but it was pretty clear to me
when we walked in and he was sitting
in that little cubby hole

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ice
in the kitchen or elsewhere
is a kind
of violence

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emory’s howls
echoing out from the front porch
when we all thought the kitten had disappeared
only to discover
the kitten was in its hiding place
(in the corner on the window ledge tuckd in
next to the fire extinguisher and 5 gallon bucket)

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more than halfway through
2o minutes of swim
(in a pond where the algae and other floating mysteries
seem to attack today)
a great blue heron overhead
swift and casting an impressive shadow
lands at the edge of the pond
where we eye each other
(or, i’m eyeing it, at least
with wonder)
for a minute if not two
(long enough for me to decide
to lift my goggles up
so i can really see)

later
upon telling mica
i say
must be my sporty spirit animal
what’s yours

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a small haul
(half a 3 gallon bucket)
but big enough to say
that tomato season
has officially begun

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stan and i scout locations
in my room
for the best places
to put the peanut buttered
mouse traps
while we consider
how sleep might go tonight

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what if we called him stripey
emory asks (regarding the kitten)
well, we could think up a bunch of names
and that one would be ok
(ok as in: we could come up with better)

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kwik crete grout
trish says
with a k and a w
after i tell her i like her colors
in response to yesterday’s
‘what the hell is that stuff called’
question
(thanks trish!)

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joseph and i
sample the fizzy second-fermentation
booch varieties
(strawberry peach ginger)
that is the closest to g.t.’s
i’ve ever made

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madix simultaneously wanting
to hold the kitty and
not wanting the kitty
to chase him
and how he howls
with laughter
at emory
who’s being/doing his emory thing
swinging and singshouting on the hammock swing
hanging from the juniper branch
in the front yard

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arriving not long before
the sky becomes stars
reunioning on the front porch

 

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where the water insists

what was i thinking?
i exhale to mica after taking off my long sleeve shirt
not even 5 minutes into the morning run
and hang it from a tree branch
to pick up on the way back

i didn’t see much of the morning light/sky on the
fields around us
because i was too busy navigating the gravel
with barefootish (thin-soled) running shoes

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pinning running clothes to line
(black tank top black shorts)
while shower-clean skin
almost tings like the silver fridge
in banana yoshimoto’s kitchen
and hair drips wet down back of tshirt

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at breakfast
joseph selects the window-ripened tomato
slices it
and distributes
while i run out
to grab a tiny bunch
of basil leaves
to chop up on the butcher block

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poems were read
and noted
in a chair
in a loft
on a day that decided
to not warm up too much
which means i can leave the loft curtain open
and swim in the sunlight

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hydro bar trish jokes
in bright green shorts and bright purple tshirt
while pressing dried plaster (help me out here trish,
what is that stuff?) chunks
over the plaster/grout/cement
that we pressed on
where the water
insists on
leaking through
though at least we have bailed enough of the cistern out
that we can see dry concrete underfoot

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emory and i in the back seat
big pan of baby new potatoes (roasted and salted) between us
we take turns taking out potato snacks
and feasting
he sees geese/ducks cirling
the neighbors’ field

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a kitten
tucked inside my longsleeve button-up shirt
head and front paws
poking out
black/grey/white markings
and big ears

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i like meeting people’s parents
i tell mica
as she puruses the c’s d’s and e’s
of my music library

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spray of sharp stars
across night sky
milky way visible
i walk to the road
to get as under it as i can

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water:

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An employee pours water over a doll’s head before brushing its hair inside the toy factory owned by Norberto Garcia in Buenos Aires, Argentina
. – voice of america, day in photos

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Protesters react as they are hosed by a water cannon as Philippine President Benigno Aquino delivers his fifth State of the Nation Address (SONA) during the joint session of the 16th Congress at the House of Representatives of the Philippines in Quezon city, Metro Manila, Philippines
. REUTERS/Al Falcon

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war:

A Palestinian girl reacts at the scene of an explosion that medics said killed eight children and two adults, and wounded 40 others at a public garden in Gaza City
A Palestinian girl reacts at the scene of an explosion that medics said killed eight children and two adults, and wounded 40 others at a public garden in Gaza City. REUTERS/Finbarr O’Reilly

A Palestinian father reacts at the Shifa hospital morgue after his son was killed in an explosion that medics said killed eight children and two adults, and wounded 40 others at a public garden in Gaza City
A Palestinian father reacts at the Shifa hospital morgue after his son was killed in an explosion that medics said killed eight children and two adults, and wounded 40 others at a public garden in Gaza City.

REUTERS/Finbarr O’Reilly

Palestinian children look at the scene of an explosion at a public garden in Gaza City
Palestinian children look at the scene of an explosion at a public garden in Gaza City.
REUTERS/Ahmed Zakot

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mi frijole es su frijole

shoulda brought earplugs i say
the sound of metal shovel against
rough concrete
while we bail dirty water out of the
stalled cistern project

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a few of us
based on the repetition of movement and sound
(sound:
a wet sweep with a red bristled push broom
a rough edged metal scrape against a rough concrete surface)
point out the human-machine=ness of it

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tomato delivery we call it
when emory bites into the paul robeson
and then brings it to us
while we yank and slice the overgrown
from the sweet potato beds
parsing weed from vine

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what if we made popcorn for the meeting
i ponder
and then arrive at the meeting
to find a big bowl
of tyler’s ume plum popcorn
awaiting
we lean over and reach in
for handfuls

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renay emerges from a blue car
maneuvering her exit with gladiola spears

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in the pond she shows us the
dragging-fingers-across-the-surface crawl drill
and various others
(our assignment: practice taking in breath on both sides)

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what a better occasion
to have a ‘cards in spanish’ night
than when jose who’s visiting from spain
is here with us
using frijoles (black-eyed) as coins
mi frijole es su frijole

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to dance (metaphorically) around the images
of gaza’s dead
or to gaze into them
in order to ingest
to hold this grief
this injustice
and other things that words can’t really carry

An explosion during an Israeli strike in the northern Gaza Strip is pictured from the Israeli border with Gaza, before a cease-fire takes effect
An explosion during an Israeli strike in the northern Gaza Strip is pictured from the Israeli border with Gaza, early morning July 26, 2014, before a cease-fire takes effect.  REUTERS/Ronen Zvulun

Palestinians inspect the rubble of destroyed houses in the Shejaia neighbourhood, which witnesses said was heavily hit by Israeli shelling and air strikes during an Israeli offensive, in Gaza City
Palestinians inspect the rubble of destroyed houses in the Shejaia neighbourhood, which witnesses said was heavily hit by Israeli shelling and air strikes during an Israeli offensive, in Gaza City July 26, 2014.

REUTERS/Mohammed Salem

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water:

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A passenger removes his shoes to make his way through a flooded underpass at Worthing Station, West Sussex, as many across the south of the UK received a rude interuption to the recent spell of hot, sunny weather.
Picture: MARK PAWLAK/PA – telegraph

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while the tomatoes are spare

training day one:
what nemo (northeast missouri) looks like
from a bike at 7am
fog lifting up off the fields
around the 2-lane highway that we’ve
got so to ourselves
that mica rides the smooth center line

the novelty of  being on a bike
just for the movement and muscle itself
(since becoming a bike-commuter 16 years ago
i’ve never looked at biking this way
[oh, i’ll get up in the morning and go for a ride])
and how my situation allows for this
(as in, if i was still biking 5 miles to the shuttle
and 5 miles back home
three or four days out of the week
i think it would be difficult to wake up on a shuttle or non-shuttle day
and say oh! i’m going to go for a ride)

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roadkill count:
1 possum, youngish looking

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mica notes the turkey with her young following her
across highway M in front of us
lookes more pheasanty to me i say

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jelly-filled doughnut i proclaim/sing
about the sugar cookie accident batter
that became a unusally sweet pancake success
while spreading apricot jam across
the doughnut-tasting pancake

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after setting up the live squirrel trap
(pvc and peanut butter with metal screen
blocking off one end)
we stop at the elderberry bush
shaking the branch until tiny blossoms
shower down into our hair

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emory and i lay our flowers
out on a bench under
the shade of the juniper
orange cosmos
purple larkspur
zinnia pinks and peaches and white
rich red and yellow marigold
yellow/maroon sunflowers (that emory calls sad
because they look droopy)
before we arrange them into bouquets
and wrap rubber bands around their stems

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kombucha experiments
poured into appropriately labeled bottles:
strawberry with sugar
strawberry with maple
strawberry
strawberry peach ginger with sugar
strawberry peach ginger with maple
strawberry peach ginger
maple added
plain

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while the tomatoes are still sparse
the harvest fits in a small metal bowl
that we pass around at meal-time
(one amish paste
one paul robeson)

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tyler calls out the kitchen window
to me in north garden at dusk
while he’s putting sourdough loaves on the cooling racks
and i’m harvesting broccoli so i can continue the
BT-spraying marathon
put a ring on it
which is a continuation
of a rather hilarous impromptu frisbee cheer
semi-inside joke
from the show-me state  games

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orangesweet

small jar of apricot jam
made from the fruits of our tree
contents glowing orangesweet and
quickly disappearing into morning
pancakes

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in grad school, the victories were never clear
i write on thin blue paper
soon to be folded and addressed to san diego

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red cardinal
perched on electric line
across the way

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stillness textured by
the trickledrip sound
after the rain has passed
of water at the gutter-rigged catchment
outside the greenhouse

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trish sets the water to boil
doles out the dried peppermint
for althea’s aching stomach

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for dinner (chopped and slow cooked and
spiced and mixed by my hands)
veggie masala (with cabbage, carrots and potatoes
plus garbanzos on the side)
cucumber raita
rice
salad and lemon tahini dressing
prepared to sounds from the
quietwarm softslow soundtrack
including but not limited to
teratoma
antony and the johnsons
fever ray
blonde redhead
otis redding
yann tiersen
rachel’s
rasputina
devotchka
with a one-song interruption
so emory can show his michael jackson moves
to the visitors

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you can really taste the sweet
tyler says
of the guests’ water kefir
that makes a celebratory pop
when we open the bottles
orange lemon flavor
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what should the title be mica asks
let’s get ripped i respond
(which reminds me of liz
and our adventures to the gym
in that place that both of us have probably
mostly tried to erase from our memories)
and so it is
a triathalon training calendar
where purple = run
blue = swim
and green = bike

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mica’s frog sounds
echoing back from the
freshly filled pit
at the cistern site

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fog so thick on sunset walk
the bugs must mistake it for rain
because nary a one lands on me
or buzzes in my face
or bites me
the entire way there or back

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darien and i
approach, pass each other and recede
on the back road
under a fog shroud
slightly pinked
flanked by the glow of all the greens

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from the water world:

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A Hindu devotee takes a dip as she collects holy water from the Bagmati river during the Bol Bom pilgrimage in Sundarijaal on the outskirts of Katmandu, Nepal.
Picture: Niranjan Shrestha/AP – telegraph

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squiggled up

thunder/lightning/gray sky morning
clouds and their edges floating past
out panorama-shaped loft window
is what draws me out of bed

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something like purslane
but not quite
tugs out of the ground in one flat piece
and i wear it on my head
darien says it looks circa flapper style
emory and trish and joe try it on
reminds me of vita kitchen days
wearing an outside leaf of a cabbage
(purple or green)
as hat/hairpiece

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my hand (half inside, half outside)
under the mini waterfall
where rain rolls off the hoop house plastic
where we are obliterating the weeds
which is  a good place
to do such a thing on a thunderstormy morning

without doors on the structure
and the sides rolled down
we are in the rain without really being
in the rain
lightning flashing over us
visible through plastic ceiling

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green stripe (lime)
and redorange stripes
of green/gray/black garter snake
squiggled up under a scrap of black plastic
in the hoop house
(google tells me
after i search garter snake red stripe green stripe
and look through images
that it is a western plains garter snake)
and this is what the impressive creature looked like:
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three pieces of blue paper
front and back
folded and addressed
to new orleans

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like madelines trish and joe say
of trish’s mom’s sugar cookie recipe

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i stand corrected
it’s kama:
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not comma:
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but i like thinking of slicing up weeds
with a piece of punctuation anyway

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triathalon training calendar
(three month)
(three pages)
on the couch in upstairs karma

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from the water world:

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A herd of goats graze at the almost dried out Maria Cristina reservoir near Castellon. Spain’s southeast is suffering the worst drought after the driest winter in 150 years.– voice of america, day in photos

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Daniel Gallegos drinks water while the temperature remains in the triple digits in Las Vegas. Gallegos says he drinks two gallons of water a day to stay cool in the furry costume.
Picture: AP Photo/John Locher – telegraph

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People use a plastic sheet to protect themselves from strong wind and heavy rainfall as Typhoon Matmo hits Hefei, China.
– bbc, day in photographs

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