It ended with a shallow exhale (whuuuuh). Perhaps a warning that though nine-teen had finally ended, what twenty had coming was a foreboding beginning. From shallow-to-labored (whuh, whuh, whuh, whuch), to arrest, no release. Death sentences exacted from nursing homes to streets. Many failed the challenge to stay home and mask up, space out in crowds, yet still daily buckle up. Others tried to abide in their place of piece, but they were denied. An introverts headphones, peace no more. The hearth of a first responder, peace no more. How many others have peace no more? But we'll never know because cameras didn't show. Just how do you say, "'I can't breath?' in a premature execution chamber?" Do you add well or good? Or show that you stood! How do we navigate by the magnitude? OUr unique history of a modern nation, founded upon centuries of servitude? Now, grappling to keep us in our places, with lowliness, we no longer excude. Perhaps we find reflection. Discover and see that external cannot make us free. The power is in the one who starts back and it always starts with who you are to you and who I am to me and who I am to you and who you are to me.
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