Here is a taste:
"Of course, it is normal for people to lie on a beach, but I am in my garden. Men do not recline on the earth like this unless they are physically sick, or, perhaps, mentally ill. An ambulance or police car might arrive on the scene. I might be taken away for closer examination.
It is a bright, but overcast, morning. The clouds are fluffy and dense. I open my eyes and gaze straight up, through my sunglasses. But I do not see any clouds. I see continents. I am looking down from the heavens. These foreign lands are milkwhite and dapple-gray against the bright blue oceans."
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