I have no memory of a day in my life that I have not wanted to fly.
My first drawings, my first kindergarten handicrafts, my first toys, all had wings. The Mexico City airport, for so many a transient or obligatory (and thus despised) place, was for me a portal to a world I always perceived as my own, from the smell of jet fuel
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8treasurez:
@midnightsun IT always is, taking off is the best feeling ever!
8treasurez:
@avrora Thank you, and clear skies and fair winds to you too, always!