You know I was sitting on the porch swing with my bare legs placed high on the chains, and across the summer-paleblue sky ripped an airplane. And I chuckled to myself, feeling nostalgic. And I reached my right hand out and held on to either wing for a couple kilometers....
And I flickered open my far long-tired eyes and there were trees blurring past in such a rhythm that it felt like accelerating and sighing all at once
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