Neptune's Second Sunrise
The shuttle doors opened and Triton Station hit me all at once.
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The shuttle doors opened and Triton Station hit me all at once.
Seven months before I got on that shuttle, I was standing in my kitchen at eleven at night eating cold noodles straight out of the pot…
I turned fifty-five in March.