The Grace of Quarantine

Penofthepeople

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This is my space. Being in the presence of light, creativity, and poetic energy is where the breath I’ve held for months in a barren chest, exhales. Entering into a social sanctuary is muted in the beginning. Learning how to talk without an inner audience response is odd but effervescent as the joy of live voices and bodies and sounds and smells make me swoon in delicious delight as I feast on the orchestra of humanity.

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Penofthepeople

Poetic writer with disproportioned anxieties that swim in a space of chaos.