Dust
My father in law is back in hospital. His pneumonia has recurred or- more likely- never went away.
The workman next door is sawing bricks in half or something- and raising such a fog of dust I can barely see through it. I hope he's wearing a mask. The surfaces in our back yard are turning orange.
The workman next door is sawing bricks in half or something- and raising such a fog of dust I can barely see through it. I hope he's wearing a mask. The surfaces in our back yard are turning orange.
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I hope your father in law will be ok.
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