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Sometimes it’s just about making it through the weeks without letting on that you don’t know the answers

It was never spoken about, an otherworldly secret between club members, the club you didn’t want to join

We’re aching for what we had, pre-coronavirus, when we didn’t know how lucky we were

Different beds, different foods, different customs. I navigated strange waters with my family as the compass

I hold the freezer door closed while I hold my breath. It stays closed

She’s almost 90, her mind fickle as the wind, but oh, she wants to learn