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My friend John spent four years at university in Buffalo, New York, so he knows a thing or two about icy cold winters, severe sunlight deprivation, and the winter blues. By some karmic twist John now finds himself living on a green island within the Indian ocean, eight degrees south of the equator, but as the days get shorter in the northern hemisphere he still remembers. He told me he suspected that he suffered in those days from Seasonal Affective Disorder every winter, and that he would fixate on thoughts of sunny beaches and even photos of sunshine throughout those short, dark days.
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