each summer throughout my childhood, my sister (technically half-sister) stephanie went to visit her father "daddy bob" in new york city. while she was gone--often times for a full month or longer--my brother raleigh and i waved at every airplane that flew overhead and yelled "hi stephanie" until it passed by. i think we knew she wasn't really on the airplane the whole time, but we associated them with her and it was our way of remembering her until she came back home to us.
[written 28 august; posted 1 september]
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