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The Season of Our Discontent

I’ve been walking a lot, and watching a lot. Our loneliness is showing. I try to stay as far away as possible. There are freckles on my face now as my legs carry me onto paths lit by the sun.

I’ve been to these places before, but I’m seeing it differently.

How nice the world is when it’s nearly empty.

Petals are falling like snow, masks cover the faces of passers by. I feel like I can smell the virus in the air, mixed with the scent of homemade bread.

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