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Friday, Jan. 28, 2005 - 11:56 a.m.

He stands alone before the floor to ceiling glass, looking out at the aerobridge and the aircraft docked to it, under a cloudless summer sky. His reflection in the glass is barely visible, barely existent. He remembers an incident a few weeks ago, different airport, different destination, and his father was standing beside him. They were both looking out at aeroplanes.

For no reason at all, his father says, "I was a young man when I flew for the first time. I was in the waiting lounge and I saw a bird in the sky. Then I thought - a bird is just another type of aeroplane, carrying different travellers from one plane of existence to another."


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