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 Over Snow Capped Mountains  Over Gorges  Over LA Los Angeles and America Across the USA -- Antoine de St-Exupery Yup. In between shut eyes and watching "Eternal Sunshine" for the umpteenth time, I took pictures of the earth from above. I'm now in a familiar place for the third time in half a year. As I tried counting the stamps I have in my 4-year old passport which is now a war-torn notebook full of memories, the reality of flying for the 57th time still brings that thug in the gut, that uncomfortable feeling of melancholy and stupor brought about by flying alone for the greater number of these travels, err, these travails. I love the fact that snow was gone at least for the rest of the week and the change in temperatures was a welcome albeit itchy reality. I love seeing new places at least every other month. I love being in the air. I love the travel as well as the destination. Sure to love it more, if I had another hand to press during take offs and landings. I'll love it most, if I had my love one seated beside me. Because in between my dozing off and the waking up, I want to always be with her. << Bookmark this post on:
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