Bedtime at the Flying J
In Kansas off I-80. In the corner of the big parking lot. Strong smell of smoke in the air from miles away pervaded everything. It was gone by morning, and so were we.
posted by Susan at 9:01 AM
Thursday, July 07, 2005
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