Lake Lewisia #1273

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In the high heat of summer, the woods sweated pine sap thick enough to ensnare anything that brushed against it. Trapped against the trunk, she could only listen to the pine cones popping open like tiny fireworks going off and raining their seeds down to the needle-cushioned ground. Some day in the far future, she would be found, encased in amber, surrounded by the frozen fluttering of seed wings and pollen, kept company over the ages by incautious insects and the tree that loved her too much to ever let her go.

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LL#1273