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monkeez_cutiez

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The grass felt sharp, yet cool against the exposed skin on my back. I tipped my head back slightly, just in time to see the red Emirates logo staring me in the face from the underbelly of a Boeing 777. God, the sound of those turbofans made my heartache.

Just a year earlier, my younger brother, Jason, had died from severe complications following a tragic aircrash that put Singapore Airlines under the lamp. He was one of the 238 people who died in, or after the accident, and he was only 14.

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I sat in the dead brown grass at the edge of the airport perimeter. My parents didn't really mind where I got to these days. The airport was a long way from my house, but I needed the space, and time, that the hour long walk provided. A Qantas jet came into land. I loved sitting here. The planes and bustle of the airport. I had always been an aviation enthusiast, and even following the events of last year, I wanted to become a pilot.

Just a short tamble that I had on my mind. The bit about loving the airport, and the pilot thing, those are my feelings. The rest is just incorporated.

 
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