Heather
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The next morning, Heather hurried through the last of her packing.
A fire crackled in the living room, and Heather’s door was open to enjoy its warmth. Her laptop played a Scottish folk playlist she found on Spotify. It was moody and depressing but strangely uplifting at the same time, somewhat like a movie soundtrack with a penchant for crescendos at odd moments, balanced out with lulls of flutes and harps. Regardless, it set the mood for Scotland and packing, and Heather felt passion and excitement rising within her. She would be leaving for another part of the world in less than two hours.
Eying the overflowing, yet still-too-small suitcase, she changed her mind and took out the bulkiest items and decided to wear those on the plane to save room. Her black wool felted hat
