SMALL ORIGINAL HORIZONS

Airports are strange places. We wait, we fly, we land, we say hi, we say goodbye, we wait again. Sometimes we crash, sometimes we die. Sometimes we wait for the horizon to come and it never does.  In between, transient people and places, feelings and ideas, actions and reactions.  Deep metaphors, yes.  Supernatural, even more. 

This is for the things we cannot explain, and would never want to.

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