there is an airport near the town that i live in. at night i can watch the planes as they come and go while i sit on the porch and smoke cigarettes. I wonder about the people in these air planes, where they go. to islands and beaches, to snow and mountains. some are going to search for themselves, some are going to say their last goodbyes, some are
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