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My backpack is full of clothes.

I am ready to board the plane.

There's nothing to it really;

just sit silently and read a book

as we speedily soar through the air.

My father awaits me in Colorado.

I wonder if there will be snow --

that enchanting white wonder.

So I visit, bringing the pureness

of my heart to the lovely reunion.