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(Posted on 10-05-2000)
She always thought of it as morning, that moment when a sun cleared the crest of a world. Lyda Cottrell sipped her spiced neo-kava and watched through the wide curved window of the officers' club. A pale sliver of light against the horizon became a yellow crescent as it emerged from behind the planet Levo. Mountainous islands cast shadows across the sea, and oceans became lit with gold fire. The sight of a starbreak never failed to engage Cottrell, even though experiencing morning at eighteen-hundred hours always wreaked havoc with one's internal clock--one of the unavoidable hazards of living the shipboard life.
Nice story! When is the next part coming?
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Thank yew! (There's that phonics thing again.) I am halfway through part two now and hope to deliver it to Jude in a week. Then I guess about a month before it's posted, depending on how many other stories are in the pipeline.
------------------ PlanetPhil
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Why is phonics not spelled the way it sounds?
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Cool story, PlanetPhil.
Whoa, two .sigs about "phonics."
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