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Frail bones, cold uninviting was the flesh, fading bit by bit with each year, little warmth garnered from the heart, winter
once more would be a struggle. But still they came, arriving in their hundreds. And she would accept, accept and welcome.

Boys beaming and girls giggling, boys in blazers, clutching new briefcases, girls in pleated skirts with bags in multiple
colours.the boys telling tales of heads down toilets and corporal punishment, girls whispering of what teachers to avoid
with their over friendly hands.. as they looked at the boys eyeing up potential friends, Those that were confident, those that
weren't, looking elsewhere.

Come on in me dearies, don't be alarmed she would say, if she could, come on in, I won't bite.