A Brief Hello and Some Thoughts on Coming Home.

[twilightshade]

Flying home from Toronto, the blackness below me, obscuring where the ground is; all I know is that the ground is somewhere below me, rushing up towards the belly of the air plane. Two red lights in the distance and I can't figure the horizon at all. The inability to get a bearing starting to creep cold fingers around my stomach. Flying through a

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[vivvien78]

I look forward...