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The Virus Life

Each day melds into the next — almost unnoticeable.

Soft rain, occasional wind, usually dove gray skies

Then — a speak of sunlight breaks through, locking chalk-white clouds in stillness

surrounded by a powder blue sky.

Such patience is required is to get through this.

Several holidays will slip by — one goes deep within, or forgets altogether — when

will it end.

When will it end.

Vicki Quan

Westhampton