Wednesday, April 17, 2013

the airport

With every swish of the glass doors sliding open
A story.

A story 

of joyful reuniting

of a hopeful new beginning

of a sorrow shared

of a journey begun or ended.

A story

of work

of discovery

of meeting

In short bursts the stories come through the doors and down the walk way 
the one they love, the one they missed , the one they came to see, the one they came back to, the one they came to help, to comfort, to hold.

hundreds of stories hang in the space between the people

in the airport

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