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Well, it's all over. That's it. Whenever I see the deep blue color that seems to show where the sky ends and outer space begins, like in photo 293, I'll think of New Zealand. When I slam my knees into hard rock while hiking, I'll think of New Zealand. When I see any bird, anywhere, I'll think of New Zealand. When I taste the greasiest of greasy foods, I'll think of New Zealand. Whenever I take a breath, I think of New Zealand.
And now, the obligatory final airplane shots.
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