One of the rocks in my soulbag, a little grey rock that I had picked up on a certain day in a certain place in the hills above the river in the Silver Time, a little piece of my world, that became my world. |Every night I took it out and held it in my hand while I lay in bed waiting to sleep, thinking of the sunlight on the hills above the river, listening to the soft shushing of the ship’s systems, like a mechanical sea .Anonymous
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In the poem 'A Little Grey Rock', written by C.Y. Lee, a man is describing a small, grey boulder that he had found on a hillside. As the man goes about his day, he places the rock in his pocket to remind him of all the memories he has of that day. He speaks of the sunlight that shines on the hills and how it makes him think of home. The shushing sound of the ship is like a mechanical sea that reminds him of his love for travel.
Source: The Unreal And The Real: Selected Stories, Volume One: Where On Earth
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