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The bustle of wheels and shoes across marble are muted by the high ceilings of the great Arrival Hall. Underneath its fluorescent skies a long back river flows winding around the headlands of counters and disappearing into x-ray caverns. The smell of suitcases hangs in the air like morning mist pooling around ankles. Not quite fading with the passing of day, but mingling with wafts of fresh coffee -and jet fuel. From somewhere in the distance a chapel bell chimes, announcing that Passengers of Flight AQ284 can board the plane in ten minutes time. the Passengers flock to their gate with the dependency of cattle to the bell and trickle, single file through a metal esophagus and into a Silver Dragon that flies at midnight taking off from a starlit path and into the cold dark night its echoing, parting roar speaks of farewells and bright futures and distant lands so very far away.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Air Port
The bustle of wheels and shoes across marble are muted by the high ceilings of the great Arrival Hall. Underneath its fluorescent skies a long back river flows winding around the headlands of counters and disappearing into x-ray caverns. The smell of suitcases hangs in the air like morning mist pooling around ankles. Not quite fading with the passing of day, but mingling with wafts of fresh coffee -and jet fuel. From somewhere in the distance a chapel bell chimes, announcing that Passengers of Flight AQ284 can board the plane in ten minutes time. the Passengers flock to their gate with the dependency of cattle to the bell and trickle, single file through a metal esophagus and into a Silver Dragon that flies at midnight taking off from a starlit path and into the cold dark night its echoing, parting roar speaks of farewells and bright futures and distant lands so very far away.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
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