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It's a warm night in DC. It rained today, and the humid air is full of just-rained-smell. The crickets are singing.
On the flight here, I sat next to a woman who told me all about how she'd just left her son in London to start university, about the university, about her son's various aptitudes and difficulties, about her daughter back in DC, about her own belief in reincarnation even though she's C of E really...
At one point we were talking about the Internet and I asked her "Do you blog?"
"Oh no! I'm far too private a person for that."
Silence, but for the "thud" of my head hitting the tray table.
On the flight here, I sat next to a woman who told me all about how she'd just left her son in London to start university, about the university, about her son's various aptitudes and difficulties, about her daughter back in DC, about her own belief in reincarnation even though she's C of E really...
At one point we were talking about the Internet and I asked her "Do you blog?"
"Oh no! I'm far too private a person for that."
Silence, but for the "thud" of my head hitting the tray table.