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March is greeted by a cold sun that promises warmth but fails to deliver it. It is a time of hope that cannot be shared with the world. The air is filled with the scent of melting snow and a longing for something bright that remains in the shadows.
Existentialism in spring is an attempt to preserve oneself in a jar labeled "happy" in order to sur…
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