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134 I Really Loved It On the night flight back from Montevideo, I looked out the window. The plane’s wing made a wide silvery sweep into the night. Above, there was a great white moon and the air was navy blue. Down below, the clouds of the Amazon jungle were like small whipped-cream mountaintops. I thought, If I were to fall out of the plane right this moment, down, down through the dark blue air in the moonlight, I wouldn’t be afraid. I would only think I had a great time while I was here. I really loved it. I really loved it. I really loved it. Splat. ...

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