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COVID-19 & THE SUBMISSIVE (Day 17)
COVID-19
& THE SUBMISSIVE -
Musing # 1348: Family Quarantine - Day 17
INTRODUCTION
“I’m not sure this
is what they meant by concept social distancing, Angus,” I managed to
say.
Sunday, March 22, 2020
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Sunday, March 15, 2020
Musing # 3
The morning was so young and still that I could hear each snowflake float onto the cabin deck. The cold, crisp air hung heavily over everything like the blanket that covered the bed. I took in a quiet inhale, pulling toward me the spent vanilla candle’s lingering scent. I wanted the moment to stay just a little longer, the feel of the thick Egyptian beige cotton sheets and matching quilted blanket held my bliss close to my chest. And I kept still, very, very still for I feared if I opened even one eye the bubble would pop and I’d have to accept that it was all just a nice, a very nice dream.
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