Crappy Trails to You
They all say planes always had white trails. Okay, I say.
SQUINT now, remember hard. Did the thin short lines ever stick around to make fat long CLOUDS? Even when they crisscrossed?
Thank you.
There never was a putt-putt plane choo-choo making puffy smoke tracks behind it in a cartoon sky.
And you know it.
They stayed behind a jet like a boat wake. Went with it moving, gone with the plane. Persistent in trail is one thing, sure -- forty million reports of it suddenly from all across the globe, another.
The only con is densation of the Reign.
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