Hell, Heaven, Angels and a Virus

Corona virus has got the world freaked out. It sent me down memory lane and I thought that that might be a nice excuse to get back here. I typed this in February on my way to visit my family and friends.

Disclaimer: I like to write, or share, I am not and I don't even think I aspire to be a writer!

Enjoy

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