The rice fields have all been flooded and planting begun. The heat broke and the sun spilled out clouds across the sky today that broke in turn in sodden wisps around the mountain peaks and belts alike and snagged in water in the rice fields, reflected.
I have never seen 31 students more unimpressed with a rendition of 'Yellow Submarine' as today, 1st period, 1-1.
Atsushi, or At-chan to his classmates, managed to post his own and 8 more portions of frozen mango through his mouth at lunchtime.
As I cycled back I re-realised, it doesn't matter how low you bow to some people, they still won't acknowledge your brown hair and green eyes, your white skin, you.
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