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Wave Goodbye

For more than two years, we’ve been riding a tsunami, now surfing the sixth viral wave and we’ve all become amateur epidemiologists. Hooray for MRNA, but variants keep emerging and we’re all getting tired of the Greek alphabet. Me, I’m vaxxed to the max, still masked and was negative in my last test, which is positive I guess, and though I don’t understand them, I have a bit of respect for the antis and that flat earth leaning basketball player, who if the Raptors get that far, won’t be playing against them in our home playoff games. No man is an island, but with covid and climate change, it sure feels that way and zoom just ain't the real thing. And with the sea rising, I feel that I might go under, when comes the seventh wave.

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