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Imagine you're flying on an old seaplane, one of those vintage machines from the
'50s or maybe even the '30s, and it's a beautiful day, with sunshine streaming down from a cloudless blue sky, and beneath
you stretches out an aqua-colored sea, still as the surface of a mirror, with jagged peaks rising majestically from
atolls ringed by pristine beaches of the whitest sand, and as you glide down to land on the calm water you hear the beating of
distant drums, soon followed by the merry chatter of friendly natives in wooden dugout canoes, all comely noble
savages, come to welcome you to paradise....
All right, it's not quite like that, but with a bit of imagination you can leave this dreary IT-driven
world behind and take off on a flight of fancy when you come and visit me at Blue's Garden.
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