Tragedy Thursday Night by Wayne Harmon

With hands in gloves, and face mask tight, I’m sheltered, home, alone. My door is locked, the blinds are drawn, Connected only by Internet and phone. Just when I think that I may survive, Life takes a somber token. Alas, I think I’ll starve to death. My can opener has just broken. Photo by Guilherme... Continue Reading →

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