Here I am, twelve months since this silence started, since we were told to stay indoors, and we are just starting to see the hope from the life ahead of us. What will the future hold. Like explorers at the foot of a mountain, I feel the excitement of knowing that we will soon hear the voice to start walking and we shall begin our ascent, up and up into a new land.
Many things have come and gone, but the road goes ever on and on
We shall feast everyone, we shall dance and be glad,
we shall sing and rejoice evermore
For my son has come home, he was dead now alive,
he’s returned from a far off shore
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