The Rogue Nun
In the Soup
Serenaded by robin song, we begin
our early morning routine.
My seasonal allergies made worse
by dense fog,
repeating the mantra:
I am well.
I am strong.
My lungs are clear and I can breathe easily.
March 21, 2020
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