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Hope Over Sludge

by Ethel

She awoke to another gray, uninspired day. It wasn't only a weather outlook, but a thought-depleting day, once again. The mental fog overwhelmed her mood and physical being, making it nearly impossible to come from beneath the covers into the dismal-feeling morning, yet again. As usual, her first cogent thought was perhaps today would begin a new thinking process. Possibly this would then be backed up by a doing of things differently, to change her ever-constant dark mood. She longed for this to be a day that would be full of warmth and light, even if it had to be generated by artificial means.

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Ethel, who told The Lie, is hoping to recapture her creativity. It became misplaced while she was busy taking care of others. Now she is trying to take care of herself.