six and a half hours. *sigh* but that's pointless, and perhaps would be mildly toxic.
tomorrow, the crew flies "across the continent and half an ocean," to borrow the beginning of one of my own poems. (i think that was a pretty nice piece of work, actually, appreciating it even though my feelings and perspective are healthier now. maybe i'll dig it up and publish it here sometime.)
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