My neighbour's security light flicks into action at every passing car, themselves shining eye-scorching beams East, but even so, fail to prevent this morning's pony theft of rubbish bags.
At 19:10, bare feet slowly losing heat to the gravelly driveway, just above the nearby chimney, West; C/2011 L4 Pan-Starrs I salute you, and also use my left hand to steady binoculars.
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