you, me, and flight 743
Playing spades and reading novels passes the time whilst a thousand miles high
“And right there is the big dipper” a father would croon to the curious little girl sprawled across the hammock
Closing her eyes and clasping her hands tight as she made a wish for every shooting star
Unaware that they were nothing more than planes passing through the night sky.
Seventeen years later she would be a god amongst men
Peeing below at the flicker of light indicative of seashore towns and exuberant cities
How many curious minds lay below her with a loved one under the stars, mapping constellations as they mistook man for magic?
She certainly couldn’t have been the only one
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