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I'm flying. Looking down I can see a plane in the clouds.
The plane needs my attention. I fly closer.
The skies are quiet. The people are peaceful. But I know what's coming.
The people hover in the air. I fly around collecting them and placing them in the water.
The people swim to shore. They are tired and defeated.
We sit on the beach and watch the debris come down.
It's quiet and beautiful.