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We're getting lower and lower, and that percent is the fuel remaining. I knew my life was in his hands. And so it just felt good. The moos water coy five or ten degrees above the horizon now,. It's starting to change color, from a deep, deep reddy orange to something a bit lighterSomething more familiar. You can see it's gaining that silver lustre, yes.