Living in a pandemic: Longing, the word, the feeling

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And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful-

how the mind clings to the road it knows,
rushing through crossroads, sticking

like lint to the familiar.”― Mary Oliver

Last week I heard it for the first time- my daughter reminiscing her recent pasts- “Remember when I used to go to school, you used to make smoothies?” Continue reading “Living in a pandemic: Longing, the word, the feeling”