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Cold air. Wind punches the door ajar, To reveal a humongous room. This room consists of many individuals, Some well aware of their surroundings, Others not so much. People proceed down a narrow passageway, To board a plane to a new place. Excruciatingly hot turbines. High pressure doors finally closing. We listen to the attendants long speech. The plane finally disembarks! We see tiny dots from our small windows, Revealing miles and miles of space between us. We travel from place to place, Searching for undiscovered land, And find just that. I say goodbye and close my eyes. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
Airplanes Above Ants
Cold air. Wind punches the door ajar, To reveal a humongous room. This room consists of many individuals, Some well aware of their surroundings, Others not so much. People proceed down a narrow passageway, To board a plane to a new place. Excruciatingly hot turbines. High pressure doors finally closing. We listen to the attendants long speech. The plane finally disembarks! We see tiny dots from our small windows, Revealing miles and miles of space between us. We travel from place to place, Searching for undiscovered land, And find just that. I say goodbye and close my eyes. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
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