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I sit at my window watching the sun rise. The world is aglow. For the first time ever, I was able to listen to a nightingale's clarion song here in Konstancin Poland during the clear, moonlit night. A friend in Connecticut has lost over 40 friends and relatives to covid-19. Overwhelmed with grief, he can no longer speak. Another in Illinois has seen her 401k drop from over a million dollars to $400,000. How do I tell her about my friend in Connecticut? What do I say to my friend in Connecticut to let him know nightingales still sing and the moon and the sun still rise?
Christine Skarbek is an American writer who lives in Poland.
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