Tag: coronacrisis
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2024
The coughing sounds of war decimated our normalcy. Cloudy mornings and evenings; in darkness, we feed on charity. Hopelessly, our wandering through the night. We won’t see the light until another election season.
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Beach Front
It’s the weekend, and the beach is closed. All we can think about are surf and sand-castles. Let’s go; no one has to know. No one will see us swimming in the deep. Let’s play. Sand is flowing through our fingers; the abrasive grains are vanishing from our hands. Wow, we’ve made a mess of…
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Placid
A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.
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