Before I moved to BC, skies like this used to mean thunderstorms.
I ended up under a flight path.
Not sure I could handle hearing that all the time.
But I have no problem with trains.
We're through the Massey Tunnel people.
Found some more graffiti near my apartment.
The Raging Grannies singing at City Hall.
I had a cookie breakfast.
Oatmeal raisin is my favourite.
Just another grey day on a bridge.
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