(no alarm)
"I just hear muffled voices over the intercom as I sit at an airport (say it the french way its fun!)
I don't know I'm just waiting for the unknown. Like I said before in a poem no smoking, drinking or carousal not many distractions so awareness remains.
In the mean time I fix my ceiling, photograph and write."
Friday, August 22, 2008
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