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Day Fourteen,  Month Three

I feel like I’m in Limbo. There is no news about when we will progress from compound confinement to district access.  A mother and daughter take a morning walk; The hairdresser moves from building to building, providing haircuts; Her tools of trade; A government food delivery arrives, does this mean that we are going to […]

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