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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Monday, February 25, 2013

Coronal Rain

Was going to wait for the linkee-poo, but ZOMG! (Pointed to by John)


You can read the explanation at the youtube page here. It's raining plasma along lines in the magnetic field of the sun.

They should have sent a poet.

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