Friendships in a Floating Canadian Airport on Planet 9

It is 9:04 on December 29th, 2019 ...

I sit by a wall of windows in a floating airport on planet 9.

He sits to my left, she to my right.

We wear soft brown and green clothes that look like Link's from Zelda.

It is 75 degrees F.

He talks about the best ways to do what we need to do today, and I offer ideas.

She reads a Canadian Christian philosophy book, and I look at her face.

She looks in my eyes.

20 feet in front of us, a Canadian woman with the palest skin and long black hair is having quiet fun making new words with 10 other people.

We look at and appreciate them once in a while.

We talk about what we love about each other.

We breathe deep and imagine everyone complexly.

We fly to the top of the tallest mountain. It's pretty and colorful and clear.

We float and walk, holding hands. I'm in the middle.

The End

Bunch of Panties


Nymph Lode


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A Grey Shaped Yellow

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Answers to a Jumble I wrote :

N I G H T L Y

P A T I E N T

R E G U L A R

F I S S I O N

S A T C H E L

Santa just died, no one will replace him, so Christmas will be . . . .

S A N S    S A N T A


The End

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