during the season my general anxiety of getting caught was too crippling for me to go picking but my depression has compounded to the point im willing to risk it. but like usual for oportunities in my life i guess ive missed the opportunity now and let it pass me by while i continue to wallow in untremitting misery? i live in the city centre of a large city i shall not disclose point being it is quite a rigmarole to get out to a good spot. an hours train journey for the good spots i used to go.
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