we are suffocating
in the plumes of silence
hopes and dreams
put on hold
uncertainty
in our present
plans shelved
for another tomorrow
a fierce struggle to live
while quietly dying
anger, isolation, despair
this too shall pass they say
… but not soon enough for some
I Write Her 
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Amen, Susi!
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Thanks, Eugenia!
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Most welcome!
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We consol ourselves by ‘This too shall pass…’ Miserable time indeed.
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Indeed!
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So true
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Thanks, Ruth. :)
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You’re right, for some it will be the end. Very sad.
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Whether for the current times or any other time. :_(
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Yes, of course.
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