........ superstition, for lack of a better word, about when the shadow of a plane touches me on the ground.
I love the flicker of shadow and the second of cool shade. But mostly I think about what the odds were that of all the land stretching out, that it would pass over me.
Yesterday, it happened twice.
*grin*
Felt like magic. You know, like eating hail.
I love the flicker of shadow and the second of cool shade. But mostly I think about what the odds were that of all the land stretching out, that it would pass over me.
Yesterday, it happened twice.
*grin*
Felt like magic. You know, like eating hail.
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