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Monday, December 17, 2012

Pic-me-up Monday #2


To all those standing in line so they can see loved ones. For the ones who weather storm delays. Missed connections, early departures, and canceled flights. Traveling during the holidays can be hell.  To all of you. Deep breaths and Godspeed.

Posted by Brad at 5:56 AM
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