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i hate layovers, the long stops the nothingness of the in betweens suffocating of boredom surrounded by strangers all anxiously waiting there is a universal oneness here regardless of race, religion or age something which everyone endures a temporary pause in time where reflection is forced upon us reminiscing of what we bid farewell to and the hope, love, fear or excitement awaiting us at our next stop
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
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i hate layovers, the long stops the nothingness of the in betweens suffocating of boredom surrounded by strangers all anxiously waiting there is a universal oneness here regardless of race, religion or age something which everyone endures a temporary pause in time where reflection is forced upon us reminiscing of what we bid farewell to and the hope, love, fear or excitement awaiting us at our next stop
Layover at Istanbul after my Europe trip. Waited four hours for my next flight home to Cape Town, SA. Wrote this to pass the time
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
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