Dear Tomorrow,
Some days every little victory counts
Even if it means lying down flat
And taking a full breath
Without lungs protesting
Even if it means being able to share a bed
After weeks of distance
And not collapsing in a cloud of coughs
Every little victory counts
Don't forget to count each of them
Even the smallest ones.
Lovingly,
Suparna
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