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summer holidays were great, he smiled ..
the town was predominantly grey
with a smidgen of light now and again I liked being on my own whatsoever
the weather nobody had a phone except a landline at home I was always quite happily alone as a child ..
Published 19th Jun 2024
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19th Jun 2024 1:29am
Me too, ironically in England. I enjoyed the forest, my books, and writing.
'a smidgen of light'. . .that's all it takes.
'a smidgen of light'. . .that's all it takes.
