If, on a winter's night a traveler outside the town of Malbork, leaning from a steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down into the gathering shadow...on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story there awaits its end? -italo calvino
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Ouch
Have just noticed that the phrase "Thanksgiving From Hell" recurrs in the past TWO postings...there is a problem with this. Maybe I should stop bitching about the 3 hour time change both ways,the 16 hours of flight time, the 3 hours of layovers, and my 12:30 am arrival Sunday night (a mere 6 hours before SCHOOL STARTS), and just get it over with. At least I'll get to hang out with my sister?
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