Spring in the Time of Coronavirus
Death comes dancing with the wind, maddened dragonfly flitting, lighting, planting its seed, darting away to find another to return to ashes, but colors from nature’s palette will fill the landscape, birds will sing praise to the morning sun, and there will be life, .
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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