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Wow.
Where’s the crescent?
That’s cool!
It looks like my burnt and overcooked sweet potato.
I am also reminded of the Dylan song, "Visions of Johanna": ...Ghosts of electricity, howl in the bones of her face! Where these visions of Johanna, are now taking place..." Suggested I suppose by the diaphanous blue veil shrouding the nebula. (Suggested, although I can't reconcile the sad cow with the imagined ghostly human apparition his late night partner's face.)
Anyway, thanks for posting and sending me on a mind trip to places millions of light years away!