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Returning home, she sat between an American lady and me—
The lady kept talking, and waving her arms.
The lady had claimed that airplanes could hover.
Her last flight, she said, had just hung in mid-air
And for quite some time.
There seemed no end to what the lady knew
About heaven, the meaning of life, and whatnot.
I missed parts, though, because my headphones were on.
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