Jasmine in the Jas Mine. Yellow-white fragrant pollen drags across her
forehead when she wipes off the sweat with the back of her hand. She puts
her miner's helmet back on, and light coats the flowery face of the
jasmine seam. All saffron ghosts in here, with cones of tungsten light
bouncing from their minds. Hay fever takes 1 of 4 before their time. But
the world must have its Jasmine!