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Something adrenal misfired, placed a high-gravity vortex just under my eye lashes, gravitons reaching up in tender communication with the eyelids. Of course that message must be tender, loving even, else we'd be hearing, seeing, feeling it all the time. The hundred billion paces from Sol to land, filled with the endless reception and transmission.
If a human hair or cone could detect even the faintest part of the message, it would impossible to sleep through any part of an hour. Even still I haven't learned to take advantage of the opportunity while it remains, and twenty minutes after lying down, I still have to shake the last of the clinging gravitons from my lashes.
If a human hair or cone could detect even the faintest part of the message, it would impossible to sleep through any part of an hour. Even still I haven't learned to take advantage of the opportunity while it remains, and twenty minutes after lying down, I still have to shake the last of the clinging gravitons from my lashes.