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Scanning the landscape with its breathtaking aerial view, they soar above. Dreams are made of this flight of fancy soaring higher, dodging the clouds, and kissing the blue formations so exquisite across the ether. They fly in circle in a chanting meditative manner. Dancing in loops, till they all seem like they are merging into one. The progression of their dance rhythm reminds me of the whirling Sufis.
