Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #448
Words: hug, face, restrict, home, times, cult, distance, count, woke, look, call, hands
How I miss hugs! They put
a smile on my face, no
matter the mood I might
be stewing in. Home
and restricted to keeping
a distance make these
aberrant times feel
isolating, no truth
to believe in. I twirl
a lock of my hair
over and over, stare at
my scrubbed, sandpapery
hands. I cannot help
thinking this is a
wake-up call to nurture
earth once again. We
cannot afford to be
a cult of naysayers.
I want my hugs back.
Yes,,, I love my huggies…
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Sending hugs your way!
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Aw, so perfect for what we are all going through!
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Thanks, Christine!
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