the clouds roll across the sky
grasses bend gracefully in the wind
snow dusted mountains in the distance
my footsteps press into soft gravel
the wind is cold and I am glad I have
my mask, in spite of the reason
there are so many who are no longer
with us
and now, ten more who have unwillingly
been wrenched from their family and friends.
I mourn them, their families,
I think only of them today.
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