exodus pandemia (Dear Volunteers, we are sorry that the global situation has escalated…)
[gallery ids="16907,16906,16908" type="rectangular"]Ian Tramm, YinD 131for months all i’d seen were bright lightsforeign colors rich and vibrantexciting in their novelty andfuture promise,woefully all it takes is the volantgust of a hurriedly worded email to dimthe glimmering candlelit lull ofrested assurance,with clarity’s glow dulledi don’t know where to goi only know i feel i’m falling intoan abyssal and unknown belowa cough-sneeze-greeting meeting me asi retreat seemingly deeper into quarantinemy return to the land of the freeless freely chosen than mandatedmy land of smiles fast faded and left behindas i quick pack clothes and medical suppliesgo to say my last goodbyeseyes wet with tears i’m cryingi can’t stopthis is my land of frowningwaithold onslow downi’m drowningi’m not supposed to be therei’m scaredlet go of mei’m not readywhat’s happeningpleasestop. i need to hug them.we were meant to have more time.
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