Lake Lewisia #1263

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The lake monster, having spent the afternoon basking in the sun and startling several unsuspecting hikers along the shore, made lazy spirals down into the deep waters to cool off again. Down in the depths where its eyes would mean nothing and only the microcurrents across its whiskers could show the way, it heard things breathing, dreaming dark fantasies painted in movement and temperature. It was reassuring to think that, just as it could offer mystery and surprise to the shore people, there would always be stranger things, deeper things, to do the same for it.

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