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I can hear the wind passing beneath my feet and I can see the clouds roaming by my head and I can taste free air on my tongue- but I can feel the turbulence is increasing in my heart the further away I get from you and I am reminded of why I love planes, flying, the window seat, but hate traveling.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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I can hear the wind passing beneath my feet and I can see the clouds roaming by my head and I can taste free air on my tongue- but I can feel the turbulence is increasing in my heart the further away I get from you and I am reminded of why I love planes, flying, the window seat, but hate traveling.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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