55,000 feet on the ground, -75 º C 940 kilometers per hour, 2.9 liters of fuel per passenger per 100 kilometers, 600 tons, 500 passengers, three-hour trip front and a suitcase full of dreams unbilled overhead. He directed his view out the window staring. France, Alps, Italy, Switzerland perhaps, "Luxembourg ...? He wondered what would be flying over land. Clouds covering rivers and meadows, entire towns and villages rendered at his feet. Supported on her arm, she sighed.
The world looked small from up there. Below were the problems, insecurities, the lies, the responsibilities, the falsehood. Everything was already so tiny that it believed could trample. The previous day had been suffering, but we no longer cry. He was down and everything that once was.
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