survival

I cried on Monday. Not that classy kind of crying either, like you see in the movies, where one solitary tear rolls down the cheek in dramatic fashion. No, siree, Bob. It was the proper ugly snarfle-type cry, and it caught me...
A lot can change in 12 months, but one thing remains the same; we seem to have been left to fend for ourselves. It’s hard not to feel forgotten as many parts of New Zealand carry on almost oblivious to Covid-19’s...
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