Polish Girl by Neon Indian.

Early in the morning, I took my first steps towards deciding on my coming year. A select few of us, stumbling through a sleepy stupor, boarded a plane destined for one of our selected clerkship sites. As I sat in the plane looking out at the dim sky reflecting a sea of city lights shimmering across the horizon with daybreak only an hour away, I anticipated the rest of the day anxiously.

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