When you're lying on your back in the park and a small speck of an airplane interrupts the vast blueness of the sky, isn't it weird to think that there are people up there? People who are sitting in chairs reading newspapers, people who are eating, watching TV, talking to children, looking out the window and wondering what the people on the ground are doing? I find it so bizarre to think about all the planes in their own worlds hovering above the earth, halfway between nowhere and somewhere.

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posted by Maresa @ 5:52 PM