{going}on
{resting}here
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I took a walk this morning, wanting to go a bit slower and maybe photograph some of the things I always pass when I run. It was quite cold, heavy with cloud cover, and whipping with wind. It was Sunday too, and I couldn't help but think of a few old hymns when I looked at these pictures later on.
This is December in Qingdao: colorless, huddled, but brave (women on bikes, men in the ocean, me with a camera).
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