Sunday, November 7, 2010

In the plane blogging along

I looked out the window at the small brown and green hills. Little smudges of white, like paint on a canvas partially blocking the view as  the protrusion of the wing my only clue I was contained inside this metal tube. We seemed to float past the slowly moving landscape, knowing that I would never travel those snaking, brown lines on the ridges of green so far below.

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