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far away from the rolling ocean
Firstplanet gets a visitor

Practically every city has at least one subway line whose last stop is always well outside the city's current boundary, so people who need to be far away from the work of human hands can get that. Sometimes the city or its belt of farms expands far enough to reach that stop, and then a new one is built further out. Bridgecity's current farstation has been where it is for many years now; Bridgecity is growing only slowly and has a lot of directions including "up" to grow in. The little shelter structure that covers the entrance to the station is surrounded by trails leading off into the woods in sixteen directions, the footworn meanders of thousands of people looking for somewhere nobody else currently is.

Anda Vrin-Vanse(A) is a little ways down one of those trails, out of sight of the station entrance only because A's sitting with A's back against a tree, wearing one hand-embroidered shirt and embroidering another with a different pattern in the same blue-and-green color scheme. The LED barrette clipped into A's azure hair is glowing the red of leave-me-alone, as are the similar devices on the people who occasionally walk or dirt-bike down the path on the way to deeper woods.

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far away from the rolling ocean
Firstplanet gets a visitor

Practically every city has at least one subway line whose last stop is always well outside the city's current boundary, so people who need to be far away from the work of human hands can get that. Sometimes the city or its belt of farms expands far enough to reach that stop, and then a new one is built further out. Bridgecity's current farstation has been where it is for many years now; Bridgecity is growing only slowly and has a lot of directions including "up" to grow in. The little shelter structure that covers the entrance to the station is surrounded by trails leading off into the woods in sixteen directions, the footworn meanders of thousands of people looking for somewhere nobody else currently is.

Anda Vrin-Vanse(A) is a little ways down one of those trails, out of sight of the station entrance only because A's sitting with A's back against a tree, wearing one hand-embroidered shirt and embroidering another with a different pattern in the same blue-and-green color scheme. The LED barrette clipped into A's azure hair is glowing the red of leave-me-alone, as are the similar devices on the people who occasionally walk or dirt-bike down the path on the way to deeper woods.