Lake Lewisia #1407

[scrubjayspeaks]

It was a tiny hitchhiker, making its way to a safer place, one it had gotten glimpses of in others, like the host who carried it now. It had been pure chance that the hitchhiker had been picked up, the happy meeting of two strangers with a shared town in their family history, one close and one far removed. It wasn't easy being a virus meant to infect the telepathic, out in a world where people barely heard their own thoughts, let alone those of others, but in Lewisia, it too would belong.

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LL#1407