On Saturday night, under a full moon, I flew up to Sydney. Oh it was a beautiful flight. The plane sailed between moon and clouds and far below the earth was lit in pale white light. The doors opened and I trundled my bag through the swampy heat to the taxi rank and felt awful about my small fare. The driver was gracious. We chatted about our children, …
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