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Till We Have Faces

man in mask walking through forest

We covered our faces in fear,

And, our hearts opened,

We kept ourselves a grave apart,

Six feet to remind us of what we fear,

Connected now by virtual intimacy

We brave the isolation,

Our hands hidden from touch

Reach out to a host of solitary souls,

Ritually washing, cleansing the flesh,

All of us grieving the loss of fellowship,

As we wait for the day till we have faces.

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