Lake Lewisia #297

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She reminded herself, like a mantra, that it wasn’t the end of the world–when she made a mistake at work, when the recipe for dinner didn’t turn out right, when she tried something new but still didn’t end up liking it. The mantra soothed her nerves and quieted the voice in her head that endlessly picked apart everything she did, until the day she woke up to a flaming sky and boiling seas. It was the end of the world, at last, and she found that she had not left all her fear behind–she had simply learned how to keep going while she carried it, even when she had to carry it into a wasteland.

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LL#297