Lost daughter dream

2009 May 10
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by Martin

I’ve lost my daughter in a huge airport.
It’s incredibly busy, packed with people pulling suitcases on wheels.
The corridors are narrow.
There a many doors, floors, escalators, lifts.
I run from one side of the airport to the other, up and down different levels.
But I can’t find her.

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