
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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