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I used to only catch the fish of negativity. Dark, scaled, ghastly creatures, that stunk like Muspel and tasted like death.
I wanted something more. I wanted to change. I wanted hope.
Friends directed me to clearer waters. Odin taught me new methods. Music encouraged me to try again.
At the solstice, I caught a fish of positivity. A golden, beautiful, shimmering fish, that smelt of rain and tasted like Valhalla. More came to my shores, every day. And they keep coming back.
I still catch a fish of negativity sometimes. But they aren’t so bad, as they were before.

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