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Part One: Plummeting Like Lead
I am quite sure that, as long as I live, I will never forget this dreary succession of endless days, a memory that, even as I sleep, will surely always be as inescapable as the fear of death itself. And, from the very first day that the quarantine was announced, I suspect that it has not only been me, but indeed all of us who, bemused in all the departments of our lives and forced to endure the havoc wreaked on our hearts and our minds, have struggled to get to the end of a single day.
And that is my fate, but first let me flail as, sinking ever-deeper to the sea bed, I fight to come up again, for one more breath.
And, glimpsing the far-off horizon for one last time, I plummet like lead.
Part Two: The Tree
Part Three: The New World
Part Four: The Cricket
Part Five: Love, Hate
Part Six: Effaced
"The Power of Prose"
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