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as the plane took off, i looked out my window and saw the trees, the rivers, and the surroundings of columbia from a bird's eye view. i looked up and the moon was shining bright like a priceless painting. what was even more spectacular was that across the aisle, on the right side of the plane i could see an explosion of red and orange through the tiny windows as the sun tried to climb above the horizon. when we got the charlotte, the moon was gone and the sun lit up the sky.