In the middle of a busy airport people can rest only for a time before they must depart again. The transitioning is quick, the movements are sharp and the hope is singular; get me to my destination, ASAP. Smelling the roses and enjoying the moment are states of consciousness that do not exist here and will not be tollerated. The airport is an in-between state of neither here nor there and the only purpose of time is for your next connection. Smiles and kindness are fleeting and rare, saved only for the good surprises of home. If you want to pass through here then you have alot to learn. So then, be prepared to learn something new, and on your mark, get set, go go go.....
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