the pandemic
broke me.
hardly surviving by summer,
I subsisted on
books,
weed,
writeread,
island peace,
oak leaves,
wind on water,
the soft sound
of canopies above me,
swaying
twinkling
leaning
snacking
drinking
sparkling water,
light dancing
on the ripples of waves,
the wind,
and the vastness
of the sky,
clouds swaying by
altocumulus
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