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What?", you say. "She looks like a duck". She is a duck trying to keep her lungs from turning black. We are ready for the morning commute thru the smokey skies and I am wearing the N95 mask we give to all the missionaries.
Whoever this statue is of, he presides over the smoke.
It's 9am, the sun is out but obscured by the smoke.
Over the river and thru the smoke to Bayanzurkh building we go.
This haze lifts a little during the day, especially if there is wind. There are two points of view about the smoke. If there is no wind there is smoke. If there is wind its veerrrrrry cold but no smoke! I pick wind everytime.
