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OUR BOEING 747 HAS BEEN FLEEING WESTWARD FROM DARKENED California, racing across the Pacific toward the sun, the incandescent eye of God, but slowly, three hours later than West Coast time, twilight gathers outside, veil upon lilac veil.
OUR BOEING 747 HAS BEEN FLEEING WESTWARD FROM DARKENED California, racing across the Pacific toward the sun, the incandescent eye of God, but slowly, three hours later than West Coast time, twilight gathers outside, veil upon lilac veil.