Evening Out

2015-03-16 13:53

From blog Damsel In Dior

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Evening Out

It’s 11 o’clock and the bumps along the runway are causing the plane to bounce comfortably along like a hydraulic chair in the drivers seat of a bus. I’m always seated in a window seat and as we pass by the airport hangers, my eyes fixate on the planes that are having maintenance performed on them. To me, everything in this world has feeling. There are dozens of tiny crates surrounding them, tools scattered around the tires and for some, the face of the plane is completely gutted and being operated on. As I slowly bounce by, in my happy plane who gets to fly, my heart string attaches to those who are left in the hanger. The further my plane pulls...

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