Up in the clouds…
The man next to me has not finished his lunch. I am thinking what a waste. I am still hungry. The woman next to him has not done much justice to her food either. Agony. I look away and take in the awesome palatial masses of white vapour around me. They rise majestically out of nothing into each other and go on and on and on- Deathly still as if plotting silently, the thunderstorm of the century. (more…)
Written by fungaijames on May 6th, 2009 with no comments.
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