Smile, eyes.
And while you're at it, take it all in. Do we dare greet at doors? Six feet from those clothed. Farther from those dim and distant, remote. Empty the class of expectations. Miss what does not exist. We have a substitute. Project warmth in what must be sterile. Hope for health. Brace for heartache. Mask that. Practice in the mirror. Consider contacts. Smile, eyes.
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