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Gray skies. Bitter wind. Exhausted body. Long road.
Weariness.
A friend shedding joy makes me laugh and now I'm infected.
I can still taste and smell but my sight is affected.
Beautiful snow. Peaceful it falls. A warm place. A full stomach.
Gratefulness.
Breathe on your neighbor, trust that love is greater. Call me polemic, I say make it pandemic.
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