Holding on to a moment, before it becomes a memory. On January 21, 2014. So The last few months. How do I describe them using positive words? It all seems to have been grim never ending toil intermingled with moments of heartbreaking grief and despair. Sure there have been highlights but for longer than I care to remember now the world has weighed heavily on my shoulders. The only bright spark has been that initial reaction to the few copies of the finished product has been extreme.

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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