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2015, September
it's me sitting, not in my uniform not with my hair do, just sitting next to the window with my casual white dress as another normal passenger. Crystal clear I reckon my heart beats faster, all those excitements bursting out loud, my head full about you and all the wrongness that I sense.
Here I am, on your land. Airport smells like the ocean. You... you smell like the ocean. I saw you there with your charming smile, still wrong, all of these are wrong.


