Category: Travel
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Journey begun/Return
Last packing, last call to family, last day of work, last night. Waking early, too early. The driver picking me up is early. Hasty last-minute checks and I’m gone. My pack, my passport and a world awaiting. Departure seems so distant now, so overwrought. Was I really that terrified? Was that really me? This seems…
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Skies
Flying. Clouds like a field of cotton wool below. Hills dotted with toy-houses. Forests patchworked with sugar-cane fields. Coal-stacks small as pepper pots. Past thunderstorms piled on top of each other like tired puppies. Betwixt and between, leaving and arriving, going and coming. A strange, soaring limbo at hundreds of miles an hour. 35 000…