She wondered if it was possible to eventually run out words.  

The same technology that could connect more often cleaved. 

 Let there now be dancing in the once blood-stained streets. 

 Walls kept her in and blocked her way and sometimes gave her succor. 

The little charleychaplin man who had taught me the art of the highwire finally fell. RIP LF.

 The statistics were friends, lovers, fathers, daughters, mothers, grandparents, and brothers. 

The loss of empathy is a far greater pandemic.