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United States Air Force
McDonnel Douglas KC10A
Outbound to McGuire Air Base, USA
Glasgow Prestwick Airport
EGPK
Scotland
14/02/2022
My first attempt at making a mandala, inspired by Karin. I used leaves & miniature flowers from my garden.
I believe it should have a theme - so this is for all of us, especially those who are scared & lonely right now.
13.4.2022.
Built in 1899 by Nelson & Reed of Glasgow and sold by the GWR in 1926 to the Taff Vale Railway, Class 02 0-6-2T No 85 approaches Oxenhope with the 12.21 passenger service from Keighley.
KWVR.
Taff Vale tank no. 85 lads the 10:50 Keighley to Oxenhope service away from Ingrow on Mother's Day, Sunday, 19th March 2023.
I furrowed my eyebrows at this girl, but posed no query. I shoved the bangs away from my face as I turned my back to her and burrowed deep into the slightly dark living room. I dug around my neatly organized pile, shuffling through Jesse’s unmoved mess, too.
“So, Hope, I was wondering what you think we should—”
My body was bent forward, reaching down for something. I resiled and spun around, inching back to the table where my books and my school bag sat.
“What did you just say?”
She looked at me with a somewhat annoyed, yet patient look. “Well, I was starting to say, but you didn’t let me fin—”
“What did you call me?” I asked her.
“By your name.” As if this was extremely obvious . . . Which it was. But how did she—?
I felt my eyes narrowing. “How did you know my name? How did you even—” But I stopped right there after a moment of thought, deciding to save all of these questions for later. I didn’t know why this one was the most important question at the moment. “How did you know my name?” I asked redundantly.
She didn’t answer me. She instead looked around the table like she didn’t hear me, ignoring my presence. She spotted my sunglasses lying on the table next to my book and picked them up. The girl unfolded them, then refolded them, then unfolded them one last time. She slid them onto the bridge of her nose, then pushed them up with a forefinger, just like someone would do when they’re mocking a kid bearing librarian-esque glasses. She picked up the notebook that lay on top of the Bible I was studying. She brought it up eye level to her face and observed my writing like it was a newspaper, so that for a moment, her head was out of my vision. Instead, I saw the pages of my notebook, my neat, curved writing with some blotches of ink spotting the white lines here and there. And on the top right-hand corner, written high-school style, Hope Nixon. Oh.
"Compliant" is a clinical term used in psychology to describe a patient who is obeying the doctor's orders. Bipolars are not supposed to drink coffee.
Oops!
xo
bliss =)
Engine 85 pulling a rake of Craven coaches near 18th milepost Dublin-Cork line on19-June-2015. HDR processed.