City of Angels
Moisture saturated the tiny window holes of the plane as dawn cracked over the horizon, at first giving my Canadian eyes the decieving impression of frost. But there is surely no such thing here. Rather, it was a taste of Read more …
Moisture saturated the tiny window holes of the plane as dawn cracked over the horizon, at first giving my Canadian eyes the decieving impression of frost. But there is surely no such thing here. Rather, it was a taste of Read more …
