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Reflections on Pandemic Life on the First Anniversary of the Lockdown

Remembering March 10, 2020: the last normal day of my life

Photo by Ani Kolleshi on Unsplash

One year. Three hundred sixty-five days. That’s how long it’s been since life felt normal.

I remember it so well, as if it was just a few days ago. And yet it feels like another lifetime. Another person’s memories. Another…




I will write until I’m free.

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