Molehill Mountain
The air was nippy. The van was deft. The clouds were syrupy. There were birds and tricycles and Koreans. There was cowshit on the road. At the airport, there were sculptures made of mangrove driftwood. I ate a burger.
Ridiculous Realisations, #4
Any landing you can walk away from, etc etc.
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I enjoyed the Polaroids, Adam! Thanks for sharing.
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