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Simple act of living and breathing gives us hope amid the despair of virus uncertainty

Miriam O'Callaghan


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People pass a mural of a healthcare worker in Dublin. Photo: Fergal Phillips

People pass a mural of a healthcare worker in Dublin. Photo: Fergal Phillips

People pass a mural of a healthcare worker in Dublin. Photo: Fergal Phillips

Positivity? Dear God, no. May it lie in the Old Year’s mortuary beside Suite of Measures, Special Envoy, Certainty, Droplet Infection, Advice from the AG, Schools are Safe, Mask Experiment. Together, may they stiffen on their slabs alongside the Heaney joyrides, the spangly political cabarets billed as gravitas, leadership, statesmanship. Instead, let us have hope. Hope that is living. Hope unadorned.

It’s a truth of our second Covid Christmas that despite our position geographically, socially or politically, with Omicron we all need a twist of hope in our New Year cocktails, be they Virgin Marys, Manhattans or Martinis.


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