of wedding bells and funeral tolls

They vowed, through sickness and health; till it tore them apart. The vilified abyss came calling with scythe in tow. It was harvest season, and by and large we had quite the load to take.

Soon. Road trips with thermos’ filled with soup.

&

Thermometers, second blankets, parking the car in the garage.

Not today.

#StayHome

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