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A burning city.
Grids of light overlay the surface of the window as I fly over eastern Europe.
My destination; home. My departure; home. My family here. My family there.

Horizon spinning endlessly.
In the distance; the groove of the globe.
Curving down and up as I fly over the pacific.
My destination; homeless. My departure; homeless.
Here I alone. There, I alone.

Hey kids, lets master the art of flight.
And live our 21st century nomadic lives.

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