Thursday, January 22, 2015

Time Travel

After the epic last supper on the Beautiful Island, I went to bed, got up the next morning never wanting to eat again. Breakfast was a cup of Earl Grey. We drove to the airport, and now I am sitting in another airport seemingly picking up where I left off...this morning. This feels like the morning that follows that evening. But I'm pretty sure something transpired in between...I just can't quite put my finger on it, knowudimean?

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