This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond.
The sparrows and robins have stopped singing.
The love-sick pigeon has ceased moaning his plight to the world.
The aroma of breakfast hangs heavy in the air.
I pick up my smartphone,
access the prayer app,
and read the prayer for The Nineteen Day Feast.
Once breakfast is consumed,
I return to my shelter in place day.
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