'A few days' that is the phrase I keep repeating. It is unwavering to think that within 8 hours between Thursday and Friday I will be on a completely different continent. Not a state away, not a highway away, but a whole other land mass away. We are such spoiled brats. How are we not enamored with the fact of flight?
We can remove ourselves from this exact spot and fly to another. I want you to let that sink in.
End Transmission. Please return to your every day lives.
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