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i watch the little red seatbelt sign flicker off the man next to me is asleep he has a british accent and smells like hotel soap my ears pop and i look at the clouds funny how clouds no longer seem so solid when you get so close to them (i guess people are like that, too) a lady in a polyester red blazer brings me ****** coffee and smiles i don't think she wants to be here i smile back its just me hotel soap guy (now snoring loudly) my notebook and the clouds this 53 minute flight is much too short and i don't want to come down
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
5:34 AM
i watch the little red seatbelt sign flicker off the man next to me is asleep he has a british accent and smells like hotel soap my ears pop and i look at the clouds funny how clouds no longer seem so solid when you get so close to them (i guess people are like that, too) a lady in a polyester red blazer brings me ****** coffee and smiles i don't think she wants to be here i smile back its just me hotel soap guy (now snoring loudly) my notebook and the clouds this 53 minute flight is much too short and i don't want to come down
i wrote this on a flight last week for no reason
yasmeen
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
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