The blue sky is Sunni.
The white clouds are Shia.
The sun is happy.
The shops are crowded.
The planet is healthy.
The oceans are healthy.
The oceans have recovered.
The economy has recovered.
Long ago, when I could sleep the night through
Without having to get up to pee,
I’d wake at a very early hour in the French countryside,
In my bed in New York, with sweet birds singing oui-oui.
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