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Mar 2015
New skies.
Different faces.
Unfamiliar places.

I felt like I was on a long vacation.

Growing familiarity.
Experience.
Comfort.

I could accept this as my new home.

Airports.
Highways.
Old and new friends.

This story of change will never end.
The only constant in life is change.
anonymouswasawoman
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