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Rising to the Occasion

I am too nervous to be felled by anxiety right now. I wish I had some cornbread with a little honey-butter, something I used to get when I was a child, growing up. I would slather it up with my pocketknife, and I would make it last for a while then, on a summer eve; how sweet was life, how simple.