Only When the Plane Comes

You shield your eyes against the glare of the blazing mid-morning sun, darting them back and forth as you scan the horizon for the source of the sound as it echoes across the plain. Then it appears, a tiny dot at first, but growing larger with every passing moment. It’s the MAF plane. Right on time. Just in time.

 

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