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Trapped
Cut off from others
To prevent the spread
Yet not full blocked
I hear voices
Of those having fun
Laughs of my child
Who I must avoid
Smells of food
Forbidden until I heal
Feel of wind and sun
Through the window
Promises of the world
I wish to join again
Time and patience
Precious tools
That are not always at hand
Legends of Windemere 
❤ Hope you feel better soon, lovey. No poking with sticks until you’re well. I’m sharpening mine up a little 😉
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In that case, I might be sick for a loooong time. Cough, cough, sniffle. Put the stick down please. I bruise easily.
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Lovely writing! Take care and feel better soon. Paulette
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Thanks. Able to function now. 🙂
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Oh no, this sounds like a relapse. I hope that you feel better soon.
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I actually wrote it on Sunday and posted it for today thinking I’d still be in bad shape. This is my first of being out of quarantine, so I’m spending it . . . in the room editing. Not a genius move here.
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Get better soon buddy…
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Thanks. Easing back into the real world.
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The Real World?
Charles, stay away from that 😀
Joking bud, glad you are feeling better buddy
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Guess functional world would be better.
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Yeah, functional helps.. lol
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Functional is good. Better than being on your death bed. Tomorrow you will be slightly above functional!
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I hope so. I need to go food shopping. Though this could just be me sneaking out to Burger King.
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Just imagine quarantine without internet or cell phones. 🙂 (Though there may be a few computers that ought to be quarantined…)
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Perish the thought! Get well soon Charles…
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Thanks. Working on it. Brain is powered up again. 🙂
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Ah nothing like a reset! 😉
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I’m glad I went to bed before reading this. Nightmare territory here. 🙂
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Glad to see your sense of humour has returned.. hope to see you fully functioning again soon! 🙂
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Thanks. Working on it.
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