Hungry Ghost Festival where everyone starts standing around metal bins or the grass patches at night to burn incense and paper. I pondered, "Why none of them burn these things in the morning or the afternoon." The morning air smells of the heavy burning ash smell that lingered through the night.
The second dead bird I saw in the week. the first was at Upper bukit Timah that had ants crawling all over and through what's left of the decomposing corpse.
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