My ideal plane ticket would take me to the past, five years ago, stepping off that plane in Seattle, and looking around confused trying to figure out how to reach my luggage from the terminal. Then I’m on the pay phone, dialing a crumpled cell number looking for my best friend, waiting for her voice on the line. Her walking towards me, her hands wide and free as she steps solidly forward. And the feeling that not a moment had passed since I had seen her last.
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