One of my favourite places in the world.
The airport has always appealed to me.
Glass doors adjacent to the runway.
The monotonuous announcers.
The magazine stores.
Duty free goods.
MC Ds;somehow their fries always taste better
The chatter of confused travellers, or the bickering of a family about a delayed flight.
Picking up a loved one;or sending them off.
To me the airport is pretty much like the hospital.
You love it or hate it.
You want to go or you don't want to go.
But in the end, everyone always has to say goodbye.
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