It would be good if it was a wave goodbye but Covid-19 is not seasonal, it is here to stay. There will not be a second wave or a third wave. Someone described it as a tide lapping at our feet. Coming in, going out, coming in, washing out. Some deny the ocean, others sail on it.
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
Just words and more words, as they come of their own accord.
Rivers and Rural Communities : ँ : at the Heart of Travel
A Greek Matinee: my manuscript. . . Tattlings, Scribblings, Brain Expanding, Bits & Bobs as Summer rolls on
My Eccentric Friend 