Lake Lewisia #1219

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All her life, she had been looking for home, and all her life, she built it for herself by finding people to love. That sort of life tends to lead one on adventures, of the type that might result in others owing you boons, and at the end of her days, she had a wish waiting to be granted. So she breathed out through frail, mortal lungs one last time, then she breathed in through wide bay windows, and stretched up into vaulted ceilings, and opened her doors to everyone she had longed to shelter.

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LL#1219

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What a lovely, hopeful thing!