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Pandemic

April will be remembered as truly the cruellest month. Deep in careless slumber, we woke up in dismay. Centre Parcs no longer magical Paris no longer romantic. The Big Apple confounded China’s Great Wall breached, Mecca’s Kaballah pilgrims bereft. We dig deep into politician’s lies in hope of finding the truth. Overnight the vulnerable elderly are locked-in social-distance lepers all acts of affection to them denied. Winnowed they will be our mature corn as chaff while good and bad find no partition. Tobias
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anthony-brady
79 / M / English
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Written by
anthony-brady
79 / M / English
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Apr 23, 2020
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