Vacation time
Over the past several years, my views on air travel have changed a lot.
When my friend Faye died, I used to look at the trails in the skies and wish I could go back to Canada, to say a proper farewell.
Then I went through a stage of loathing the people who could afford to travel, and now I look up at the sky and the trails mean nothing to me.
When my friend Faye died, I used to look at the trails in the skies and wish I could go back to Canada, to say a proper farewell.
Then I went through a stage of loathing the people who could afford to travel, and now I look up at the sky and the trails mean nothing to me.
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