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Amelia, Amelia Earhart, after her plane was torn apart and bursting through the trees
She remembered picking lemons with William Randolph Hearst and how a spinning plane propeller turned liquid in the sun.
And as the cockpit burned, her hair filled with sparks, but when the glass exploded in, everything went dark.
She remembered sipping consommé with William Howard Taft and a boy with perfect skin who smelled like mustard gas. And as the cockpit burned, she couldn't help but smile, recalling a dancing bear she'd seen as a child.
