FAR FROM ANY PARTY
by Jnana Hodson
From what I could see, the mountains gave us humans our excuse for living here. The pristine high country. The seemingly endless forests. The snowpack that provided irrigation for the orchards below.
Yes, we lived in one of those irrigated ribbons of green running further and further from the party. Any party I’d want to attend, somewhere in the bejeweled city.
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