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2020 started like a spark of hope in the embers of a dying fire.
There were snatches of gossip about an illness in China, but no one fretted or worried. Until now.
My hands always seem to have the faint odour of hand sanitiser and it feels like the borders shall never open. Now festivals and plane flight are just a distant memory shoved to the very back corner of our minds. That sky blue colour was a nice shade but they had to ruin it by plastering it against the masks that so many people wear concealing their faces and emotions.
Will it ever end? I ask myself as I gaze out the window, Mum droning on about early Australian settlement or something. Will our lives ever return to how they were before? Will the bottles of sanitiser ever be removed from the classrooms? Will people ever meet their friends face-to-face instead of just on Zoom? I ask myself as I stare into the endless future.
There were snatches of gossip about an illness in China, but no one fretted or worried. Until now.
My hands always seem to have the faint odour of hand sanitiser and it feels like the borders shall never open. Now festivals and plane flight are just a distant memory shoved to the very back corner of our minds. That sky blue colour was a nice shade but they had to ruin it by plastering it against the masks that so many people wear concealing their faces and emotions.
Will it ever end? I ask myself as I gaze out the window, Mum droning on about early Australian settlement or something. Will our lives ever return to how they were before? Will the bottles of sanitiser ever be removed from the classrooms? Will people ever meet their friends face-to-face instead of just on Zoom? I ask myself as I stare into the endless future.