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Through soap streaked windows I look out across the peaceful waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The sun casts a golden shimmer over the water as we glide towards the sandy shores. “Welcome to our home. Please stay a while with me.” Said the ships as they sailed into port. Jetties and fishing boats carried fathers and their sons out for an evening catch. I sat entranced by the glistening sunlight dancing across the face of the deep. The girl in the seat just ahead of me had the same contemplative air about her, but what we shared, could never be communicated. On a lonely plane filled with people, you consider anew, the value of the site. Something to be kept between your maker and your heart.