December 29, 2020
Oh! These transient pandemic feelings, lingering over noteworthy life-decisioning. What a weird year, so many things we let go and conversations only ebb, ebb, ebb; no flow. Sinking. Floating. Rationally, we all know the uncertainty is only evanescent and tomorrow will be all right, but this passage of time is so unclear; and today, we can’t help but feel through everything we are feeling.
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