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Meeting Strangers When You're A Woman Abroad And Alone
I'm sitting on a tiny plane in El Nido. My heart is aching, bursting, full. It aches because this island showed me so much goodness. It aches because its people treated me so well. It aches because I miss my family. But it's aching most of all because I'm just not ready to leave.