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Stuck 70 lightyears away, she rediscovered what it meant to walk with dirt between her toes. No assignments, no duties, so best start digging. Tomatoes never tasted so good.
Now she was glad to be back to reality, As captain she had to be. As captain she felt more alone than ever. She’d wander the ship at night, a ghost.
But then an idea came to her. The airponics bay wasn’t enough, too practical and sterile. She needed a full bed of wild flowers or even an arboretum. The realer the dirt the better. She needed to walk barefoot again.