Last night I went to a rally decrying the Australian government for it's appalling treatment of refugees on off-shore detention centres. Then two friends and I walked to a dumpling house, and along the way encountered two big dancing dragons who were blessing businesses and scaring children as part of the Chinese Lunar New Year celebrations. Firecrackers meant people were blocking their ears and scrunching up the little scrunchy part of their noses, coughing from smoke and just generally looking sweaty and dismayed in the hot sun. Business people in halted cars looked despondent. A dragon with golden scales and a furry fringe around its face came and nibbled on my head before jerking back into formation and spasmodically bowing, like a huge caterpillar that had been poked.
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