Joan’s Taste of Freedom
Stripping COVID’s Stranglehold
Joan felt like a bird.
Completely naked, she flitted down the hallway of the 10th floor at Glorious Gardens, noting not-so-softly the closed door of each empty senior-living apartment along the way with the greeting, "Hello, Mr. Apartment 1020, Hello Mrs. Apartment 1022 ..."
She was effortlessly pushing her bright blue walker, and her husband, Dave, guid…
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