Wandering Orchestra [Chicago, IL]

When I finally made it to Chicago, touching down in O’Hare to one of the busiest airports I had been to thus far in my short life, Nora and I absolutely ran to one another when we finally spotted one another in the crowd. Through the crowd I spotted her, the mop of brown hair and glasses matching mine. The elation I felt after having gone so long without seeing her practically bowled us both over.

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