Lake Lewisia #1338

Onlookers would state that the branch had let out a crack like thunder when it broke but still fell too fast for anyone to react, let alone get out of the way. She would state that the falling branch, still thick with autumn leaves, did not so much bash her over the head as whisk her up into a tiny arboreal village in crisis after the fall. The discrepancy between the adventurous weeks she experienced and the frantic minutes onlookers spent freeing her unconscious body from the tangle were not something she could explain, but by then, she was more concerned with getting back to her newfound leafy home than with the petty reality from which she came.

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LL#1338