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GraceMT's avatar

I was just thinking about how rarely I hear strangers chatting on planes (or do so myself). When I was 14, I had, as usual, insisted on having a seat away from my parents, which was typical teenage behavior in the 1970s. My seatmate on this flight was a guy in his mid-20s (?) who saw me rereading Edith Hamilton’s Mythologies and struck up a conversation about the books we liked. He assured me that I’d love Wuthering Heights, which I read as soon as I could procure a copy. He was right, and I think of him whenever I reread it.

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Jim's avatar

Thank you for sharing these small pieces of your life. 🥲

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