- (of a disease) prevalent over a whole country or the world.
This was never meant to be a page to write about this thing called, “pandemic”. It was meant to be a place for poetry. Where thoughts and feelings flowed like warm water over delicate hands. It was meant to be a place to reflect summer love and the scent of honey suckle and all things fluffy and nice. It was my sacred space to be a writer of weirdo proportions.
Here I am. Here we are. COVID-19. Pandemic. There is nothing poetic about either of those words (or realities). Truthfully, today I hate both words. I don’t use that word very often, hate. As someone who writes words are important to me, so I don’t like to use the word hate. It is harsh, unforgiving and jagged. It hurts but I truly and with much…
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