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Sometimes it just hits without warning, and we feel like we’re wading through mud cloaked in a dark cloud of heaviness.
It can arrive unexpectedly and stay longer than required. It is not welcome, was not invited and yet is parked in our lounge, just daring us to kick it out.
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