There’s pressure in my throat, like a laugh or a yell wants to rip out of it, but I hold it back. I turn to watch the plane get smaller in the sky and feel that same tension bunch up all the muscles in my shoulders, in my chest. Why are we here again?
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Date: 2011-11-03 10:38 pm (UTC)“Then why are we here?”