Giving thanks for google today, since I re-found this post by searching: TUMBLR AIRPORT GATE LOVE COOKIES LANGUAGE
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
found out of course they had ten shared friends.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
this is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
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