Jennet ran her hand lightly across the uncut grass, letting the soft blade tips tickle her palm. She stretched out on the small patch, breathing in the scent of the soil and letting the artificial light warm her skin
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This is very sweet! I often wonder what it would be like to be a second or third gen on a trip like that...would you stick to a mission created by people who weren't even alive anymore? Or would you say screw it, and come up with your own way of life?
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*bows down*
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