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March 10, 2020
Corona
I fear this virus.
I am not smooth and twenty.
I am old and panic rips and roars..
I pray to Our Lady of Lost Things
her crown askew, like mine.
Lift me up enough to see the far view.
Gift me enough blessings to sing.
I sit in the dirt
and watch the March full moon rise
between my rosary beads.
Who will help?
How can I help?
The floor of our world falls away.
13 lines
Gaian Tarot--3 of Earth--What medicine are you making for your community.
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