They played I Have a Dream on the plane at take off. This was when I had closed the book on my lap shut for the night, my eyes with it, and listened deeply. The song was a lullaby, almost. A music box rendition I would remember fondly, thinking it a fitting tune for the occasion of my coming home: as encompassing as a goodbye hug, every note lingering the way a good dream does. 

A farewell-to-be made so simple and sweet a memory like this. 

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