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when i was younger, i don't know how young, i was scared of skyscrapers; how can you sew the sky back up, and keep the angels from falling out?
now i think of what those buildings look like from a plane, like an elaborate set for the past four years of my life.
i wonder how it will feel in ten years to fly over boston, to look down at the streets through which i ambled, trying to piece together parts of myself.