mire-like Slough of Despond, not to fall into extreme depression or despondency about it, prompting my own past sins and guilt to return in nagging flashbacks from time to time. In other words ...
Where did all the patterns go? If you’re someone who loves print and colour, autumn and winter could easily seem like a slough of despond – but only if you approach them from a certain angle.
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