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She's sitting near the pier on a late summer morning, no hint of breeze to chase away the aroma of the blooming trellis of twilight-edged flowers, the reek of yesterday's catch masked in cloying, floral sweetness. The sound of the flour mill on the far bank blends with the drone of honeybees behind her...
"Whatcha thinkin?" Sam asks drowsily, relaxed and leaning inside Vala's thighs, momentarily unlike the fretful, studious astrophysicist -- determined to solve the time dilation bubble -- she'll soon become when the braid is done.
"Oh, just about fresh-baked kota-grain bread slathered in tamflower honey." Vala opens her eyes and tucks up the end of Sam's plait. "You know,
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