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Funny coincidence, Anne-Marie! I live in B.C. and when the pandemic broke out I wrote the first poem since 1984 (when my husband and I still lived in Sweden; upon retirement we emigrated 2004). Since then I have self-published 2 books, with essays and poems. Plenty of those, as well as newly written stuff, I post on Substack (Writer's Corner). Many writer's have found, like you did, that their characters are in a way alive, and have their own ideas. Greetings from Maria. My poem is copied and pasted here (the poem was "born" when I was out jogging):

THE WIND STILL BLOWS/

The wind still blows/

while collectively we are holding our breath/

waiting for the corona threat/

to blow over./

The wind still blows/

the clouds still dance to its song./

Listen to the wind,/

it knows of permanence, it knows of change,/

it knows of harmony between the two./

Listen well,/

there is peace in the listening./

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