10. Hello Again
Greetings from 39,000 feet.
Well I’m 90 minutes from Paris and somewhere over a part of the ocean called the Porcupine Bank. They’ve just started to untint the plane windows to let the daylight in. The clouds below are distant and fragmented, like an archipelago. I ended up spending a month back in the U.S.—twice as long as I had previously planned. I missed La Rentrée—that time a…
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