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The art and words of quarantine

 

Self Love

  "Hold on. Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell." - Sarah McLachlan

Half Asleep and Dreaming

  " And even though you said today you felt better, and it is so late in this poem, is it okay to be clear,              to say,  I don’t feel good , to ask you to tell me a story about the sweet grass you planted—and tell it again              or again— until I can smell its sweet smoke,              leave this thrashed field, and be smooth."  -From the Desire Field by Natalie Diaz

Ride.

"Now that my broken bones all have been healed. I think I'm starting to feel." -Ingrid Michaelson

Heart on fire.

"My heart is like paper. Yours is a flame." - Ray Lamontagne