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Elizabeth Knies


There was nothing new, just war, famine, earthquakes, storms, scandals,

trade wars, tariffs, political corruption, and murder, as usual.

Peter Robinson, Careless Love, 2019

How is it that I came to be sitting

in this pleasant room, having my morning coffee

and reading this story of intrigue and murder

while whole cities in Ukraine are being bombed?

What would it be like to know your home

no longer existed, along with all of your things?

I can imagine it; I have a vivid imagination.

But luck gave me this instead--

a warm room with windows, a table to sit at,

coffee to drink, and a book to read.


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