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Mar 2020
I can’t take a vacation
from this life. There’s a virus
going around. And they’re shutting
everything down. Why am I always

running against the win? Is it the
opposition? I refuse to be another brick
in the wall. I’m a hole in the mortar,
the size of a quarter.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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