Lacklustre. The plan was to set a mask-making session in the afternoon, but the heat is wearing me down. The Medicare bus is blocking the assigned space. Maybe later.
Painted test mask seems to look sad. Is this reflecting my metal frame? The kids playing noisily seem happy and excited; no sadness there. The main space between the refugee homes is one huge playground. In the afternoons. In the mornings is it rather quiet. In the evenings mostly quiet with few individuals enjoying their personal chat. Melodic voice_scapes to my ear.
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