Welcome (back) to Iraq

Friday, June 1, 2007

Sitting in the airplane, waiting to fly out of Denver, I stare listlessly out the window. I am empty. The gray clouds above spit gray mist down onto the gray pavement. A raindrop streaks down my window like the teardrop that burned down her cheek when we said goodbye.

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