Fewer Better Things No. 71
Where All the Wild Things Are
The airplane door opened and we grabbed our bags from the overhead bins and with an excitement that fought back our tiredness, we worked our way towards the front exit. It was already late afternoon and we had been traveling for a full day, not counting all the eight time lines we had crossed…
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