Dot in the Sky (
dotinthesky) wrote2014-12-28 01:05 pm
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The Return
My boyfriend and I fly back to London tomorrow.
If our Lufthansa flight disappears over the Atlantic, I'll come back to visit you (yes, you reading this--I'll be by the foot of your bed at night, when you wake up with chilled toes.) I won't do anything; I'll just stare. And in my stare you'll know that I won't rest until my body is found at the bottom of the ocean.
If our Lufthansa flight disappears over the Atlantic, I'll come back to visit you (yes, you reading this--I'll be by the foot of your bed at night, when you wake up with chilled toes.) I won't do anything; I'll just stare. And in my stare you'll know that I won't rest until my body is found at the bottom of the ocean.
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Laughing.
Have a nice flight. And welcome back to Europe.
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I like the idea of getting spread out across the ocean in the stomach of hundreds of fishes!
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