I was walking home today and saw a passenger plane flying a bit low. I missed flying.
After enduring long haul in the cramped economy class, I was surprised I still missed flying.
But, when I thought about it, it's not the flying I miss. Because, I fly only when I am going on holidays, I identify flying synonymously with holidays. It's the holidays I miss.
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