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My neighbour is dying. The ambulance is here but we know she wants to die at home and they will respect that. I can hear her clock chiming, marking time. For 2 years she’s sat in one place and yelled for help, or cried out. it’s driven us mad…..but now she’s quiet I wish for her to shout… So I know she’s okay.

I’m crying with a mix of emotions. Thankful for the quiet that has fallen over the house… But hating the quiet that has fallen over the house.

My other neighbour is talking to me via texts. We can’t hug. We can’t even say goodbye to her.

This change that’s fallen over us all.. Virus’, people losing homes and job … Lockdowns and the evil some people do whilst others are so ill….

I wonder sometimes why we go on. I wonder why the human race perseveres with such fight. I wonder HOW we adapt so readily, as we do.

Life goes on around us… But just for a little while, here in my house, time is standing still.

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By Abbie

I'm an oil painter and photographer, who also makes time to paint with words through my short stories and published poetry. Seascapes and animals are the primary focus of my oil paintings

Experienced Community Manager with a demonstrated history of working in the fine art industry. Skilled in Human Resources, Technical Support, Oil Painting, Community Management, and Digital Art. Strong marketing professional graduated from Longcroft School.

Head of the Technical Support Department for the largest international art site on the web.

Founder of Our Arts Magazine