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POETRY
1000 Words
A breathless confessional prose in a stream-of-consciousness style
I was excited for February this year in this special kind of way I know I was not as eager about January nor December since January really crept up before I had a chance to get over Covid and enjoy Christmas and have a great time with my toddler for the end of the year holidays and as a big send off to 2021 but instead I suddenly felt as if I had lost two months of my life but not sure what there was to lose anymore and to be honest it was all the same except with added government dramas guidelines and so-called latest developments of the war that seemed out of date and equally out of place so much that when February came about there was a sense of freedom in the air as I remembered the cards saying something important coming for my highest good and when I realised it may just be that which I heard about last week I almost denied it since that was the least of what I was expecting as my alleged great news coming but how can you deny it when it is someone telling you that the woman you wrote to only a couple of days ago had died the night before and now the answer to your carefully thought out questions for that old friend of your parents will never come directly from her and as you are realising this you hear a but why? in the background so you come back to the call by saying…
