A Reading From The Book of Covid:
And on the 382nd day, the clouds did part, and the birds did sing, and the celebrities did open their front doors and blink nervously against the light, and then stick a toe outside, then a foot, then a leg; and then Klum did grin, and garb herself as a walking Liberty display, and surge into the world breathing the contented breath of one who has realized that amid all the sadness and loss and loneliness, the true love of a photographer’s lens will never die. AMEN.
