Photo Story: It Must Have Happened That Way
You’re looking toward the door in an 
emptying ward in your hometown. You have given up, though you still stretch out your arm for the needles, offer your back to the pounding fists. Then you’re past panic, but your nurses are not. You watch their pupils swell. You’ve lived for so long in this place you’ve mistaken it for home—ochre tangles you think will tell you that—but the flecks of green have something more to add: Don’t expect anyone to come crying at the glass window at this late date. This is as close as love is allowed.
Credit: NIH/NIAID
Would you mind if I translate your story into my native language?it captured me.
I think it is hard to feel the situation during the period of Covid-19, but after reading this, sense can be easily felt. Just eye-catching description✨️
Thanks so much.