Hop on a plane for lunch at the market.
Modern life. Ancient life. Always changing. Some of us somehow wandered far from home. Jeannette tried to keep tabs on us, hopped on many planes, lived in different time zones. Now back in the same little town where it all started, watching snow fall, watching ipad for messages from her chicks, dreaming of reunions, reconciliations, wild dancing and laughing.
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