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Mar 2020
To paint?
To write?
To make a cup of coffee
in the broad morning light?

To sing?
To create?
To have something tangible
created in the wake?

Of tragedy
Of plague
Of a sickness we aren't sure we have
we quarantine because reason is vague?
Amanda
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Amanda  30/MA
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       Gideon, ---, Tommy Randell and Scarlet McCall
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