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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE DESTRUCTION OF COVID-19 Some weird feeling rushing through me like one I have never felt before, a scary, suffocating one as I walk out of my house door. Something blinding, holding me tight. I start to feel dizzy. I’m thrown back into my consciousness, with a pounding headache. I try to focus my eyes on someone. I am probably still dizzy, for I see the same person over and over again. There is something covering peoples’ faces. My vision starts to get blurred. I rub my eyes with my rough yet soft fingers. Masks. Not on one person, not on 2, not on 3, on all of them. I am pulled back into the house. My mother wraps me on a white and bluish fabric covering my mouth and over the bony slope of my nose. Is this necessary? I constantly ask myself; a question I already know the answer to. March 26, 2020 It’s been almost a year of lockdown now. In California, Covid has hit pretty hard, and I don’t think this virus is going away any time soon. A note to self: Answer in future. Coronavirus defeat I have to be honest. At first, it was kind of fun. To be even more honest., I hated it! It was terrible! The part I hated the most was staring at the screen for at least 4 hours every day except on weekends, for that was a choice. Back in the day in the last pandemic, they had not had any devices. That would have been a struggle. Mom calls me. For dinner? Maybe., mm., aroma… stuffy air, and vintage but cozy smell. That’s just my room sniff, sniff. I smell falafels! I dash down the stairs and into the kitchen. April 26, 2020 It’s just my sixth week with a bow and arrow, and it’s already been seven bullseyes from a 20-yard distance. Although, most of the time my mask is covering so much of my face including my eyes, so, it’s kind of hard to see where I am aiming. As much as I love archery, you never know where the next aim is; much like life itself; much like the interference and destruction of Covid-19!
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