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Awake
I always sit by the window for this very reason. You never know when this might happen, when you are suddenly flying above the dawn and the magic of the light paints the plane’s wing pink and yellow. You don’t even know why this happens, what miracle of physics, refraction, contagion. How did this wing catch these colors in just this way? Am I the only one seeing this? The other people in my row are sleeping, the coffee I am drinking is bitter and not hot enough but feels going down like communion wine.
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Very pretty colors! Cool pic!
It is very beautiful and we rarely get to see something of this magnitude of beauty. I am jealous. Did you take this picture?
Yes
Wow that is an awesome picture. You go girl lol but seriously if you had said you got it from a pro I would have not thought twice about it, that’s how amazing I think this pic is
Sounds like nature which is bèautiful
Your last phrase is so lovely.