March was the month of reflecting.
March was the month of mourning.
Grief made a brief visit alongside sadness and rage.
But hope and peace came along as well.
March was the month of finding comfort in the little things.
March was a strange month.
March was the month of hopes and dreams and wonder.
March was the month of reconnecting.
I found myself enjoying morning walks.
Sunrises were a blessing and something I looked forward to every day.
Time flew by in March. I can't believe it's over.
So long, March.
Hello April. I have a good feeling; it will be a good month.
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