Thinking jammed, obstructed, redirected, surplus love—cats, dogs, rabbits, birds what have you. The rescued orphaned greyhounds everywhere, pairs often. Thinking all the newly bright painted concrete walls bearing trees, suns, flowers, grassy hills. The high-colour advertising in kind. (Oh! the bygone days of grey Eastern Bloc purity!) The subset poster boys & gals of the earlier time around every corner full of young life. All the ♥️♥️ ♥️♥️. The smileys 😀😀😀😀. Loveable cartooning. Dutiful Have a good days; kindnesses suddenly come on in spades. All the helplessness was unapparent otherwise; hopelessness and fear crouching out of sight. The curbed impatience now. Alcohol sales surged; brothels curbed. The wondrousness of it. With the Spring returned many were over it; but not really. Wishing. Some of the fragrances of the season seemed to be absent to date. Overwhelming.
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