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There is an hour or two, after the passengers have embarked, which is disquieting and fussy. Mail bags, so I understand, are being put on board. Stewards, carrying cabin trunks, swarm in the corridors.

You can create your own blimp or barney with anything that will deaden the camera noise, such as a changing bag, foam rubber, […]

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