Wednesday, April 17, 2013

the airport


With every swish of the glass doors sliding open
in
walks
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 
looking, 
seeking, 
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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