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It was a cold Spring morning, the trees were ripe with new growth, the birds chirping away their morning greetings. As I closed my car door, I simply stood there and admired the poetic moments of Spring around me. Just as new life was born in the season, with the hope of life anew; the world itself seemed to have the promise of a better, more happy tomorrow. As COVID-19 numbers fell, a semblance of normalcy returned to the land one day at a time. I stepped…