The sun was set. Eyes were closed. Someone mumbled Ulan Bator. Then someone mumbled Irkutsk.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Escape Route
On Saturday afternoon I took my tights off in the park because it was too hot. There was Mexican food, a blanket, Easter chocolate that melted in the sun, and most importantly, talk of an escape route.
The sun was set. Eyes were closed. Someone mumbled Ulan Bator. Then someone mumbled Irkutsk.
The sun was set. Eyes were closed. Someone mumbled Ulan Bator. Then someone mumbled Irkutsk.
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Through Mongolia - that's a pretty round about escape route back to the US!
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