Cold and wet, the heavy tread of a flyer denied the air to fly.
posted by gateway1 at 11:46 pm
Saturday, September 24, 2005
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- Name: gateway1
Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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