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It seems time has slowed during coronavirus. And our persistence gets us — nowhere.

Snail Slog We’ve been wrested from the othersin a sudden moment, unprepared, unshriven, as though  the mythic Rapture has come, and most have risen into eternity, while we, the left behind, now wander house and days,avoiding touch like magnets turned in fear. Words thin, days flatten,tempers burst and fizzle. Hours plod like plough horses, and the days,those former tumbleweeds of […]