La Vie A Grand-Fougeray
We started losing speed. My eardrums told me we were getting lower. Oh, how I longed to be at a window seat to see outside when the wheels hit the ground of the country I would call home for the ten months! The torpor induced by the more-than-fourteen-hour trip was jolted loose by sudden overwhelming elation as I felt the plane finally touch down. I looked to the little Colombian girl who had been...
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