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Grateful for my roomie.

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We’ve reached day forty

Of our lockdown time.

We’ve cried until we laughed

And laughed until we cried.

Baked up new creations,

Some successful, some decidedly not.

Danced until our feet tore,

Read until our eyes hurt,

Drew until our hands ached.

Baked, crocheted, practiced, sang.

Taught through the glitches and the chaos,

Felt the frustrations of distance.

Struggled through the misunderstandings

And the unintentional hurt.

But we’re still not done.

Another month to go.

More battles to face.

Weary hearts to uphold,

Plans to make,

Students to encourage,

Dreams to let go.

Yet what a treat to discover,

That my housemate is made,

Not of weak, brittle metal,

That breaks when it’s struck.

But instead is honed in the fire,

Molded in the Creator’s image,

Built to withstand the testing,

And is of the iron that sharpens iron.