It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.
It would appear that the blue sky is actually produced by the solar wind and solar radiation exciting air molecules to emit light, just like a neon lamp!
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It would appear that the blue sky is actually produced by the solar wind and solar radiation exciting air molecules to emit light, just like a neon lamp!
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