The hell of bells

Bells…the last hour of my day (one of the hottest so far) was spent in an echo chamber of children armed with two bells a piece for the first time ever, trying to learn a song while simultaneously talking loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of madly ringing, town crier sized bells. My brain hurts. I’m fairly certain it’s irreparably puddled between my ears. It’s a miracle no one died.





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