[#]WordWeavers December 2024:
The MC, one of the pilots, brings the oldest of her friends, the most trusted in the crew; the engineer that refuses to be promoted.
With the bowls of sallad and soup from the onboard gardens and bioreactors they share dried wild meat¹ cut to thin chips. They drink hot blackcurrant cordial, laced with a bit of rum.
The garden of rocks is quiet and filled with the scent of larch tree blossoms.
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Footnote 1️⃣:
Regrettably the actual type of dried meat shared during the picnic cannot be disclosed at this very time of the year, especially to people not accustomed to the food culture of the Sámi.
I am truly sorry.
😐
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