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"Planes are mysterious" she told me.
I've taken my fair share of plane rides on various distances,
but I never understood the mystery.
"They take you so far away
"A creepy house,
a dead animal on the side of the road,
and politics are mysterious."
"Then you don't understand the joy," she says,
"Of packing a bag and leaving.
The next time you talk to people,
you're a hundred, or a thousand miles away.
That's the mystery."
"Where will you be tomorrow?" I demanded.
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