Today, I saw the vague reflection of a white ceiling fan in a white formica table.
— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) September 21, 2020
It was whirring and pulsing; pale and indistinct above my left elbow, which cupped my tired chin and jaw.
I strained my eyes to hear it talking to me, and I heard old Amos on its blunt blades...
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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.