I walked through a park, bursts of hand-clapping kept exploding behind me. I finally identified a Tourette-ey man bobbing around in a suit, face clenched in concentration, his clapping was interspersed with lamp-post-tapping and tree-kissing.
I made straight for the big fig tree, clipped off a few of it's new sappy leaves and stuffed them down the front of my vest so that the figgy scent could waft around me for the rest of the day.
Melting ice from the Himalayas is creating thousands of unstable lakes, a
growing menace to towns and cities below
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Raymond Zhong, Jason Gulley and Bora Erden in the New York Times: The ice
of the Himalayas is wasting away. Glacier-draped slopes are going bare. The
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