Tag Archives: Irony

Spring

There is a curious irony about being depressed in Spring. Flowers, butterflies, trees in bloom, fresh air, sunshine,¬†warm temperatures. Growth, renewal, hope. The profound sadness. I’ve seen it happen too often, to people I love. For myself and family, this … Continue reading

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