The closeness we felt

In home cooked meals

The adventures we explored

In undusted books

I donned my finest blouse

To feel alive on zoom

Our comfort was found

In our four walls

We listened and the world spoke

In little scrolling screens

I watched the leaves turn

From brown to green to brown again

And each day from my window

The world still spun

Andrea Tice lives in Mystic. She loves spending quality time in downtown Mystic exploring all the lovely stores and restaurants.

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