Quiet days at home. Max is slowly getting the idea that day is night and night is day. I keep thinking about the flight. It's going to haunt me for a while. I may never get on a plane again.
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Quiet days at home. Max is slowly getting the idea that day is night and night is day. I keep thinking about the flight. It's going to haunt me for a while. I may never get on a plane again.
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Feijoas!
ReplyDeleteoof feijoas, where have you been all of my life!
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