
Five hundred thousand
souls lost. For each, one hundred
hearts hollowed absence
of life, of light just gone.
No.
Can you count the stars?
(For all who have suffered, and suffer still, in this pandemic.)
Fiction, Poetry, Reflection

Five hundred thousand
souls lost. For each, one hundred
hearts hollowed absence
of life, of light just gone.
No.
Can you count the stars?
(For all who have suffered, and suffer still, in this pandemic.)
Fantastic!!
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Excellent, those few words say a whole lot.
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