The myriad images smoke unfurls into atop chimneys and elsewhere have always fascinated me like a song I knew but couldn’t remember… today as I gaze across the lake, a smoke-rabbit-with-a-patch-over-an-eye indicates a chimney, and I may have been quite content watching it twitch its tail if my environment law project had not been air pollution…
If it must be a choice between Charles Dickens and Mary Poppins, secret ballot is a prerequisite… so that I don’t discover where my loyalties lie.
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