Lake Lewisia #426

Looking around the ad hoc recording studio, her friend asked, “Isn’t this an awful lot of work just to put these up for free?” She used her remaining corporeal hand to move the whiteboard, covered in topic ideas and guest speaker dates, out of the way of the camera, while the phantom remnant of her cursed hand traced runes in the air like usual. “Someone out there is watching my videos, thinking their life is too broken to ever hold any goodness again, and I need to show them how it can.”

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LL#426