Because I'd rather blog than clean or complete paperwork...
This highly descriptive ("the sky is glorious flesh"?) story is the fantasy account of what happened to Amelia and her navigator when they disappeared off the coast of New Guinea in 1937. I think it was supposed to explore her character in real life and project how she could still be surviving today on a deserted island. However, it was constantly confused between the first and third person tense, so you never know who is really telling the story.
Verdict: weird waste of time.
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