Monday, January 5, 2009

Terminal 4

At the airport, scanning for a face. This is how you fall in love by e-mail, waiting empty-handed and checking the terminal number against the moist paper worn into the lining of your pocket. 4. The crowd thins out, but it's okay. She just landed five minutes ago. Right now she's waiting for her bags. It'll take a while for her life to catch up.

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