The terminals all carry a burden, each gate a sad goodbye.
The saltwater of the tears slick the floors of the airport.
The terminals all carry a gift, each gate filled with hope.
Those tears are mopped up by the smiles of the happy.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Posted by Deanna at 9:54 PM
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