STAR WORLD
“... on the
star world I come from this is the way mornings began and ended. There was a
pause, a long pause between each part of each day. The pause was darkness. It
wasn't the scary thing you'd imagine. It felt settling. For the short period of
the pauses during a day all activity ceased and people and beast slipped into a
kind of stupor. After each pause dew settled on everything. As the new light
birthed itself people and beast took a little time to rejuvenate.
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