Time is up!

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My flight back to Europe departs at noon which means the morning is spent sleeping and generally preparing for the onward flight. We are escorted by a magnificent and prolonged sundown as we desperately try to outrun the darkness until it encapsulates us somewhere above the Mongolian mountains.

When the trip is over
you will go back to the places that you once belonged
you will look for comfort there
and when you do you'll find that it has gone

from Endless Dream by Conjure One, lyrics by Poe.

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It's Scandinavian!
Exile with style