The airplane was coming in for a landing in LA. It was very cloudy we were doing circles in the air we could not see anything for 10 minutes. My brother and I were waiting to land after we got out of the clouds. The loud wooshing from the propellers were surprising quite I could here myself breathing. We came to a very fast halt, we glanced out the window looking around at the very big double decker airplanes. We had to wait for every one to get off the airplane before we could go and get off the airplane.
I like that you can hear your breathing over the propeller noise. What is the purpose of your journey. How do you feel about this moment?
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