Traverse an airport newer than your post-pandemic sensibilities, all slick and clean and sparkling whites. Arrive at the gate earlier than ever, how you love a small town. New York beckons at the other end of an airplane, home beckons at the other end of all you had planned, sometimes the best part of going away is coming home, and the gift is not lost on you.
The adventure has decided not to be over
So neither,
then,
are you.
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