First thing I noticed in the Istanbul, Turkey airport was all the white kids! I forget we stick out after just a few short weeks abroad. It's just who we are, so the absence of those who look like us doesn't register until I am transplanted back to a place where the hair color extends beyond black and the skin tones lighten.
Second was tha I felt like I was in a high end shopping mall, not an airport. There were shops and ambience.
We all have a story within us Whether we've barely opened the cover In the middle of the tale Or nearing the conclusion A story that's unique Emotional Exciting Or even indescribable Your life is a collection of experiences that disappear when you do Unless... You tell the story Tell your tale so that the future can share, learn and enjoy with you. What is your story?
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