Safe on the ground.
Splinters.
Wish I spoke railroad.
Conquering my fear, 2005 version.
Dateline: Halifax
Ego: massaged.
Of mitochondria and minority governments.
Paging all health insurers.
I see a red door...
Il etait jeune, beau, l'espoir de sa mere...
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Flatland.
That's university-owned land off in the distance, used for agricultural research, I believe. Amazing how the sun turns the railroad slats blue.
posted by Trevor |
7:03 p.m.
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