There really is No Place Like Home. The aeroplane waiting for me is like Hermes himself. I can almost hear clarions. Through the muddy window of Beijing Capital Airport, my Boeing shines like an Olympian. Rugby tunes circle in my mind. The flight home is fine indeed.
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There really is No Place Like Home. The aeroplane waiting for me is like Hermes himself. I can almost hear clarions. Through the muddy window of Beijing Capital Airport, my Boeing shines like an Olympian. Rugby tunes circle in my mind. The flight home is fine indeed.
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