Day 3: The Placeholder

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Today consisted of jet fumes, missing hours, and airport bathrooms. Right now, my heart is left in the ashes of the woodstove back in alaska, and my brain and other vital organs are somewhere over Arizona. So I don't plan on writing anything earth-rumbling. Rather, I will let this be a greasy napkin left between the pages of day 2 and 4. Nothing to see here, move along.
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