I was going to write about my daughter. How she stood up to someone. When she was only three years old.
But for now I’ll just share this post from someone else.
Oh, and yes … I’m setting up a new blog. News at 11. Or whenever.
25 Sunday Nov 2018
Posted The Other Ones
inI was going to write about my daughter. How she stood up to someone. When she was only three years old.
But for now I’ll just share this post from someone else.
Oh, and yes … I’m setting up a new blog. News at 11. Or whenever.
Picture courtesy of a Facebook writing friend who also works at Heathrow Airport. Notice: Flight to Alderaan has been cancelled.
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