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Quarantine journals: April 18

I stopped putting a tally in this space. All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear. All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power. Today I took my dog on a long walk in the woods. Deliberately, of course. And just to see if there’s any marrowContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 18”

Quarantine journals: April 9

432,596 confirmed cases 14,831 deaths 24,245 recovered ***** I took a walk around the yard this morning. Birds sounded louder. Flowers looked brighter. The grass glowed emerald despite the hail that beat it down hard last night. How impossible it has been to look up and around and outside the hyper focused panic of thisContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 9”

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