Saturday, January 21, 2012

Biscoff...

..must be on a plane.
And the delayed flight, the canceled flight and the horrible customer service means we must have been in Atlanta.



The storms rolled in and our connecting flight circled above.
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1 comment:

Hal Weaver said...

Very poetic. Is there a poet hiding in your soul? I think there might be.

February 4, 2012 at 7:54 PM

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