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Lazy Letter: North Wall

So, I left. I had an early morning flight. Last night was tiring and sleepless. I’ll arrive around nine in the morning, which means I could start up the day just as I land. I need to go to the bank to get some paperwork done, and do a little adjustment on my account. I fell asleep just as I fastened my seatbelt, and shoved my bag under the seat. There is no greater pleasure than to open your eyes from a short nap, and find yourself somewhere in the sky, crossing over vast lands underneath, the ocean of clouds, and the endless horizon. I still ask for the window seat as I check in. READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Riding on an Airplane

I found my seat. I got the window seat. You know that I usually ask the counter guy for a window seat, but this time it was a self-check-in in one of those machines; I was lucky.

Hi, I said to the man taking the seat next to mine. He was a man in his fifties or early sixties. He was tall. I could tell he was one of those tall people before he even stood up. Broad shoulders and long arms. Do you need a hand with your bag? He asked politely. His accent revealed his nationality. Which city, I wondered.

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