Lake Lewisia #663

The creature used their amethyst claws to chip away hunks of half-rotted log, exposing the faint glow of spores setting inside, and tucked a small piece into a cozy corner of the cavern. Somewhere up above, their lover spent the day doing volunteer planting on the surface outside the Buried Gardens, and they liked to imagine all those young spores and roots forming a tangle of connection between the two. As they hoisted up the log and moved on to the next area to inoculate, they sang a little song to themself and to the mushroom garden--about long roots and hands moving in unison and love that could pass through even the hardest bedrock.

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LL#663

Today's Keyboard Smash

Gods and little fishes, my work pants have managed to tear to a degree that I must--must!--patch them tonight. I'm not going to be able to tolerate them for another work day otherwise. Rubbish. *busybusy*