With community and soul and bravery. Where a rallying cry is echoed by all and the people. Come together to stand united in the darkness. When all things feel at lowest ebb. No mean city is a thing of the past. A myth that no longer this day holds. Through tragic loss and painful suffering. No matter what fates are cast down. The dear green place is ever growing.

Asymp; Leave a comment. Well that is my moan over, and while this has not played out like a diary entry, it has been good to off load. I have always thought that writing a blog would be difficult and time consuming, even though I have wanted to give it a try. Doing my last module with the Open University on creative writing has forced my hand really, so I thought why not lets give it a go.

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