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Nothing beats Comet McNaught for me, coming in first, second, and third. First off, finding it in daylight for one. Then an impromptu public viewing with mounted telescope and binoculars at sunset from the carpark on top of Mount Wellington. And best of all, the clouds dissolving just in time on a moonless night while camping out on pitch-black Bruny Island — a massive brush stroke smeared across a — forgive me, King Crimson aficionados — a sable coat studded with diamonds.
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