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This blog was created with the intent to write about Dictionary.com's word of the day...daily. I'm among the worst as far as consistency is concerned, but I'm going to try taking it one day at a time. (I need a 12 Step Program for compulsive procrastinators.) Enough prologue; onward!

contrail / KON-treyl \ noun


a visible condensation of water droplets or ice crystals from the atmosphere, occurring in the wake of an aircraft, rocket, or missile under certain conditions
I craned my little neck as far back as I could, desperate to admire the intersecting contrails above the airport but unwilling to dirty my new pink dress.


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