Tagged: post-pandemic
on day four hundred
on day four hundred
and forty-nine, inviting friends
to warm up our new
home – a luxury, and so much
gratitude that we’re still here
.
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under all this
under all this
heaviness, who’s to
say that when we
emerge from the
snow, we might be
an oak leaf or
a bamboo, a maple
or a poplar, green,
gold, red, or dead
.
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nine months and counting,
nine months and counting,
we wait to be reborn into
some semblance of a
post-pandemic world – the end
is clearly not at all in sight
.
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