I hear the nighttime stars are dead, but they're not. They're alive, and they sing— bass notes from the giants, white dwarves like little flutes. The universe, it seems, loves sound and heat, pulls bodies toward other bodies and sets them ablaz… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Over and Over perfectsublimemasters June 21 I hear the nighttime stars are dead, but they're not. They're alive, and they sing— bass notes from the giants, white dwarves like little flutes. The universe, it seems, loves sound and heat, pulls bodies toward other bodies and sets them ablaze from the inside. None of us can resist these forces. Once, I wanted […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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