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I loved Amsterdam from above, as the plane came in to land, and it was all green and cut up, cut up infinitely into sections and lines, and reproduced so all the patterns not just fit but balanced each other out so that there was always a mirror image of everything because a single entity would always stick out. So there were always two rows of windmills, and even the football fields were duplicated. And then everything disappeared into cloud, and the cloud was blinding white.