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There are wooden rocking chairs in Terminal B at Logan Airport. At least I think they're wooden; I prodded at one.
Slept a lot of the flight over, and reread most of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pameladean's Tam Lin, full of old friends. Trying to pay special attention to Thomas as I read it this time through, to keep the thread of the tale.
I have had a milkshake. It was okay. I've had much better milkshakes, for much cheaper. But that's what I get for buying one in the airport.
The sky -- looking down, there were the furrows of the clouds below, in neat lines, evenly spaced, where the gods have planted weather for harvest later.
Slept a lot of the flight over, and reread most of
pameladean's Tam Lin, full of old friends. Trying to pay special attention to Thomas as I read it this time through, to keep the thread of the tale.I have had a milkshake. It was okay. I've had much better milkshakes, for much cheaper. But that's what I get for buying one in the airport.
The sky -- looking down, there were the furrows of the clouds below, in neat lines, evenly spaced, where the gods have planted weather for harvest later.
