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six hundred

I can feel tears welling up. My sunglasses are in my jersey pocket so there’s no way I’m going to hide this. I drift backwards from Jo’s side. I look […]
six hundred

Restless

An overwhelming desire to be somewhere else. The¬†overnight ferry from Newhaven to Dieppe. 130 kilometre potter around a corner of Normandy. Lunch and a nap on a¬†beach. The evening ferry […]
Restless