In over two and half years in Uruguay, it’s only the second or third chemtrail I’ve seen.
I’m not happy to see it, but living on the windswept edge of an immense expanse of water, in a thinly-populated country, it’s not as threatening as in the northern hemisphere, where blue skies frequently turn to gray under the onslaught of spraying.
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