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Feb 6
There’s something about airports that resonates with me.

I, too, am liminal.
I, too, am a place where no one ever stays.
I, too, am caught in an endless cycle of hurry up and wait, part of everyone’s journey, but never where they end up.

There’s nothing for you here but overpriced souvenirs and exasperated sighs.
At least my airport has a nice view.
Mel
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