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"It is spring, and yet I am stuck in winter. Or maybe an autumnal bog, unable to escape from the doom of the upcoming months. Coronavirus is brandishing a dark cloud above everyone's head, and its contents have only just started to spill onto the world; there is more to come." A series of brain farts generated in the COVID-19 lockdown.
An (eventual) spring to my step
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