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imagine
if...
Imagine if it snowed sugar
It would look like snow,
But a lot more people
Would be sweeter.
Safely back home in Montreal, I am savouring every moment of it.
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hshshshshsh
home sweet home, really.
I am alone,
With everyone.
By the time you read this, I should be somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, headed West, against the Sun. It feels like it's been ages since I left home and I am mentally preparing myself for the shock. I try to remember each and everyone's faces, their voices, and even, their names. It's exciting. It's as if I'm finally going to a fairy world to see a whole bunch of Santa Claus and his gang or something. Am I really going home? See, I told you, everyone is real!
Hunger, strongest of all I feel,
Will be answered, at last, in Montreal.
The flight from Amsterdam to Montreal is only eighty minutes, but taking the time difference into account, that translates roughly to seven hours. Seven hours, that's not too bad, I'd say. For one, that is nothing compared to the flight to Korea. And secondly, a great prize awaits on the other side. Say hello to Sticky Rice! :)
Thanks Finland,
For making me understand.
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