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The captain shouts to us that there is always a 'little' turbulence at the
boundry of plain and mountain. We reach and reflexively tighten our belts.
Below the verdant greens are distorted grotesquely as the plane bucks. Suddenly we are
falling. As the ground rushes up at us, a single image is frozen in our eyes as though
a shutter has stuck open before the glass shatters.
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