Between the roar of the gas burners, the passengers in the hot air balloon point to the horizon. “There is Zwolle. And here in front of us, Hasselt.” Then everyone pulls on their eclipse glasses. Right in front of them, somewhere above the water in the distance, the moon bites a piece out of the sun.
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Between the roar of the gas burners, the passengers in the hot air balloon point to the horizon. “There is Zwolle. And here in front of us, Hasselt.” Then everyone pulls on their eclipse glasses. Right in front of them, somewhere above the water in the distance, the moon bites a piece out of the sun.