![]() ![]() The trees are an awesome sight, but bear in mind: the forest above is not the garden’s entry point. ![]() When someone went up, every OCA campus planted a sapling. It didn’t matter where you from, where you trained, where your spacecraft launched. Stretching up from the ground, standing in neat rows and with an equally neat carpet of microclover in between, were trees, one for every person who’d taken a trip off Earth on an OCA rocket. Is it still there? Do you know it? Every OCA campus had – has, please let it be has – one: a circular enclave, walled by smooth white stone that towered up and up until it abruptly cut off, definitive as the end of an atmosphere, making room for the sky above. ![]() “Have you ever been in a place where history becomes tangible? Where you stand motionless, feeling time and importance press around you, press into you? That was how I felt the first time I stood in the astronaut garden at OCA PNW. ![]()
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