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| flying over the open sea |
I did not expect the water to be so blue.
It was quite something to see the floe edge: the place where frozen ice meets the open sea.
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| approaching the floe edge |
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| ... the blue is blue, the white, white ... |
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| ... a perfect view from above ... |




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