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I remember this evening back in March before lockdown had begun when I was already self-isolating. This felt like the most isolated time of all. There was the guilt of being off work (although in hindsight it was the right thing to do as we had symptoms in the household). There was also the sense that life was still going on despite the inevitable events that we were anticipating. The sacrifice of not going out and foregoing the gym despite it being open was tough. Once everyone was forced into lockdown and closures of public places happened there was some odd reassurance that we were all part of this ludicrous event, not just the few of us who were feeling helpless at home whilst our colleagues and friends pushed forward at work.
This was taken looking out of the window having spent many days inside. Nature is a comfort, for sure.
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