#37: Landing.

Landing. Looking out of the window when a plane is landing, I feel myself come closer and closer with every passing second to what once was a distant civilization. I watch it in motion from above and it seems so complete. I am humbled by my insignificance. But when my feet touch the ground, I become part of that civilization and will impart something from whence I have come before departing.

Insignificant no more.

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