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Touch grass, they say.It will ground you.And I’ll listen to them because if someone knows the secret to finding normalcy I want to know it tooAnd so I sit on the grassDrink coke out of a
Raanana, Israel How do I write about something that I can’t make any sense of? How do I write when we’re right in the middle of it and there’s still so much we don’t know? I’ll
Heavy with the weight of tears And lack of sleep, I barely managed to lift my head towards the morning sky To try and follow the movement which caught my eye A muster of storks flew