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Floating On AirSoon the impossible, the fantastic seems normal: you're thousands of feet (or meters) in the air, up in the sky, floating along in the warm, bright early morning sun. Your airship casts a symmetrical shadow on the sensually sculptured stone of the Cappadocian landscape. The world below you is laid out like a map—only far, far better. There's no sound of wind because you're moving with the wind. It's quiet—just quiet conversation, the snap of camera shutters, and an occasional roar from the gas burners, which just makes the quiet more intense when it stops. So...what now? |