Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Instead of packing last night, guess what I did?
“He loves the whisper of the pages and the way his fingertips catch on rough paper, the pour of the words up from the leaves, through the soft light, into his eyes, the mute voice in his ears”
-Keith Miller, The Book of Flying
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The Great White North is calling my name (as is my to-do-before-leaving list and my empty bags).
Ciao.
-Keith Miller, The Book of Flying
...
The Great White North is calling my name (as is my to-do-before-leaving list and my empty bags).
Ciao.
