I got on a flight headed for Athens on Wednesday night, which I had booked the day before.
Prior to booking, I spent a lengthy string of early mornings darting awake with a sense of unrest that I realize now must have been regret that I had declined an invitation to attend an event that would bring me here for three nights.
This is the…
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