The sun is shining on the planes, making the tails cast long shadows like the gnomon on a sundial. And like a sundial, it's telling me the time; it's time to go home.
Sent from my HTC PIGEON™, a Windows® phone that's going home. At last.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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