RC deWinter braille life is on lockdown not safe to be out or have people in i’m alone with my thoughts for who knows how long during this sequestration i see no one but in dreams those i love make regular appearances to embrace me in their sheltering arms i wake reluctant to leave the only warmth in this cold barren spring unable to return the touch of love my unsaid words sleep waiting to awake in the hearts meant for them in that place where nothing need be said only felt in the soft mysterious darkness of bodiless souls
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