The wing shrunk the world.

Modern families toast each other with jet fuel.

A plane ride is like a cocktail; pour ingredients into a cylinder, tilt, shake and serve.

The constant drone outside the earphone lulls us home.

To ride a plane, find your seat, sit in concrete and cut off your feet.

Take offs have the power to peel off the too-much we’ve taken on.

Transportation’s backward magic turns a city into a jungle.

Alexander rode over the Alps on elephant backs; we followed on their ears.

As a patient loves a colonoscopy, so a traveler loves an airline seat.

Every terminal is a hopscotch square for an adventurous soul.

Before takeoff, turn off all your demonic devices.

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