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I had just gotten off an airplane after 14 hours. The light was bright, the air coming through an open runway door, had the heavy humid smell of strange blooming trees. The place outside the airport windows looked foreign, the people around me though, were the same as those that had traveled these many hours with me. I wanted them to be replaced instantly by new ones, to match this different place I was landing in. Perhaps I wanted to be different too.
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