We long to escape the umbrella of this global illness, the angst, the fever of claustrophobic fervor. We want to experience precious life and breathe freely.
my mind travels over land, in search of the Caribbean seas, the teal jewel my dream. i close my eye and feel sweet ebb and flow, the tarry of yellow sun and silky waves, the sliding of the precious sand. oh what time does wipe from my brow. i weep. 3/13/2020
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