Looking up at the now blue sky through the train window, I spy a long, high trail of cirrus cloud that resembles nothing so much as a feather boa. Laughing softly to myself, I imagine the celestial striptease artist, peeling to the music of the spheres while an appreciative audience of angels look on.
Friday 11 July 2008
Heavenly Bodies
Looking up at the now blue sky through the train window, I spy a long, high trail of cirrus cloud that resembles nothing so much as a feather boa. Laughing softly to myself, I imagine the celestial striptease artist, peeling to the music of the spheres while an appreciative audience of angels look on.
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