this day was so entirely amazing
so very much
like this sky
steven
Thursday, June 7, 2012
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2 comments:
One thing I find amazing is that we see the same sky! I'm always looking upward, always fascinated by the contrails woven through the clouds....
i bet the same planes are flying across the lake and leaving those sweet glowing lines in the air . . . . steven
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