taken today. Well, it's past midnight now, so technically it's yesterday.
#1. Taken earlier in the evening -- what a show! Looks like fireworks going off, no?
#2. Then, a little later, a diametrically opposed image -- cool and serene, the object of my unrequited love, in the waxing phase:
Li Bai the Chinese poet loved the drink, and he loved the Moon. On the last night of his life he was out boating on a lake while drunk, and he drowned trying to embrace the reflected Moon in the water. I fear/love the possibility of my meeting an analogous fate.
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