In: France|Travelogue
26 Nov 201114 November 2011, 06:18 We fly through the darkness, where time is crossed and changed and set our internal clocks haphazardly. Lights twinkled below as we flew high above the sleeping cities of the Middle East and Western Europe. A bald Frenchman with pierced eyebrows and ears sat diagonally across from Daphne and blew his [...]

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