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   		We're flying into a sunrise as I type. Sunrises at 30,000 feet are a marvellous experience - minus the sound of the engines :). When the darkness has just begun to lighten up - you're floating on a sea of clouds, with just the hint of the morning to come at the horizon - with a blush that's orange, pink and purple. The sky lights up gradually… and my marvelling comes to a rude stop as the lights in the cabin flicker on. Orange juice time! ... | |