You never know when your story will touch someone else. I think it shows how much we are all linked together in one big, beautiful story.

Today, I have a story about another woman from my German class in Germany. I don’t know her whole story, but I do know this…

There’s a girl with brown skin that has a beautiful blue undertone to it. I think she’s incredibly beautiful.

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One glance out of Gadanke‘s studio’s window into the hangar, and I spotted this blur of primary colors going to town on the stained airplane hangar floor.

Hello man in rubber gloves!

I tried to get a shot of him from the back end, but he’d already flipped around. There were just a lot of random “things” stuck all over the hangar floor. The little globs of drywall mud… umm. Those were me. The painters tape and duct tape… those were markers that showed you where to part certain airplanes. Of course, a number of said airplanes no longer exist on this airstrip. They haven’t been around for years.

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If there is one thing no one wants to hear at an airport, it’s that. My heart thunders at even the thought of a plane that’s crashed, the lives that may be lost, and the injuries that may follow. Take a deep breath, though, because the bird that’s down at this airport is nothing like that. It’s just  a wee plastic owl.

He’s been dangling by the neck for years, choked in thick dust. The poor fella.

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