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"
There
was
no
landing
field
in
this
valley
,
when
I
looked
down
,
There
was
no
meadow
,
either
.
How
did
it
get
here
?
"
He
glanced
at
the
sky
.
"
Look
carefully
.
Do
you
see
anything
up
there
?
"
She
dropped
her
head
back
,
looking
straight
into
the
sky
,
seeing
nothing
but
the
peaceful
blue
of
morning
.
After
a
while
she
distinguished
a
few
faint
strips
of
shimmering
air
.
"
Heat
waves
,
"
she
said
.
"
Refractor
rays
,
"
he
answered
.
"
The
valley
bottom
that
you
saw
is
a
mountain
top
eight
thousand
feet
high
,
five
miles
away
from
here
.
"
"
A
.
.
.
what
?
"
"
A
mountain
top
that
no
flyer
would
ever
choose
for
a
landing
.
What
you
saw
was
its
reflection
projected
over
this
valley
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
By
the
same
method
as
a
mirage
on
a
desert
:
an
image
refracted
from
a
layer
of
heated
air
.
"
