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December 14, 2020
Haven't had a glimpse of sun for a full month soon!

Not one little little sliver!

Not one ray to bright our day!

Not one speck to which we crane our neck; don't look away!

It's getting hectic, and there's no exit. No little grace from the rays of space.

We're in our nexus, of dark and shade; no UV rays to keep us safe and kill the plague.

Been hanging on! My hand is strong. But lasting long with no light that plays, upon my face; to trace the bond.

Long enough: hope starts to fade.

The darkest days.