Stories of my travels, which you may or may not choose to read. I'm a writer, and I'll tell tales to anyone who will listen.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
In an Airplane
On the Way to Ireland
11:38 A.M. Barca Time
9-24-15
The clouds seemed to hang on strings, suspended weightlessly, looking as if they were put there on purpose; as if each's placement was selected individually like props on the world's stage.
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