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I Think Airports Are Places Of Huge Human Drama. The More I See Of It, The More I Am Convinced That Heathrow Is A Secret City, With Its Own History, Folklore And Mythology. But What Has Surprised Me Is The Love The People Who Work There Feel For The Place. Everyone Seems To Think They Are Plugged Into Something Majestic.

It's Painful And It's Messy. But Sometimes You Just Have To Make The Break And Start Again.

Home Is Oneness, Home Is My Original Nature. It Is Right Here, Simply In What Is. There Is Nowhere Else I Have To Go, And Nothing Else I Have To Become.

Love Means Knowing When To Let Go.

I Have Found Having My Dad As My North Star Has Worked Well For Me.