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Like standing in the rain on New Year’s Eve. Like picturing the perfect year ahead. Like the rain brought something hard to believe. Like a reality that I would dread. Like the rain falling so hard that it stings. Like the rain has also blurred my vision. Like I question my perception of things. Like each day demands a new decision. Like the rainfall forms my very own tears. Like the colours… Read More

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     The event had been planned for a few months.  Having travelled for around four or five hours to what was a very heavily flooded part of England, we had all finally settled into our hotel on the previous night.  The hotel was comfortable.  As a team of people who had also the bonds of family and/or friendship between us, we had enjoyed a lovely meal, a few drinks, a lot… Read More