Stuffy cabin communities aren't always kind to me, but there exists an
underlying, unspoken connection.
You and me, we're flying; full on up in the air looking down on the
tininess of us, flying.
And if we get too close to the sun, if the wings start to melt I promise to hold you all the way down. And even after that I'll patch you together with safety cards and deflated life preservers.
The plane dipped and a little girl screames. A gleeful
deeply high pitched exclamation of excitement. Me too,kid.
Me too.
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