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Vertigo rushed into the eye that tried to see it. And with the horizon circling around us,
I knew that the mine itself, the panorama-swallowing mine, was barely a pinprick on the
spinning body of the globe, and the globe itself a mote in the void, and the void itself a
mote in another void, and I sat with my head pressed against the window—and felt, just a
little, like puking.
