33,000 feet above. And I think of you. I think of how clouds make you smile. "They will form shapes, and it's such a miracle when they resemble something familiar to us," you told me.
It's amazing how technology brings us to this moment: calmly gazing at the sky and the earth underneath. Accepting that people have mastered the art of flying, without having to grow our own wings.
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