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People First, software second - Since 1985...
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis brings back memories for me. I started writing to a ‘penpal’, the snail-mail method, back in the eighties. We’ve progressed to digital too. Your story is beautifully descriptive and is a reminder of the many wonderful things that have bypassed us this year due to Covid. Great stuff
This story was written around February. Little did we know how that red smear on the Wuhan snow would spread. Who would have thought the situations of the narrator and Wang Li would be reversed?
I got flutters in my stomach reading your story. Completely relatable. Pen pals have become the things of past now. I hope next year’s blossom will bring happiness again and masks will vanish.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleMaybe it will over there in Wuhan, but in the UK our R number went back above 1 today, so I am afraid we won’t be blossoming by next year’s blossom season.
I love the last sentence – so much hope. Thank you for a beautiful story!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleSusan, this story is doubly sad reading it today. The listing says you wrote it in February 2019, which was before most of us knew anything about wearing masks, overflowing hospitals, and exhausted makeshift care. Today is almost 10 months later, and we’re all still mostly caught in this unending story. Your story is so well-written and poignant; I will remember it long after the virus itself is conquered. Soon, please, soon!
Yes, we thought it was a localised problem in Wuhan. I guess we will never know what went on in China back then, but we know what happened next. The narrator felt sorry for Wang Li, and how the tables got turned! For me, as author, it was serendipitous that Wuhan has a Plum Blossom festival and it was plum blossom month on zengarden club after which the story rather wrote itself.
It is already 1 year and 45 days since you wrote this story. And the wearing of facemasks and face shields is still required here in the Philippines. We are growing in many cases each day. I love the last sentence of your story – very hopeful. I am also hoping that this pandemic will end soon.
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