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ripping open old wounds
Last Sunday, I was ambling around Monet’s house in Giverny. I now sit in my childhood…
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on the brink of things
It’s 2:30am; I have just woken up from a nightmare about being spiked via needle and…
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trying not to fall
Two weeks have passed and Durham has experienced snow, a day of love and friendship, pancakes…
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a sunday at the skip
Another week at university, another week in lockdown and another set of anecdotes. Zoom burnout simply…
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another week in lockdown
Yesterday I returned to Durham, also known as the happiest place on Earth. This journey could…
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weekly thoughts from lockdown
Musings et al. from the past week I’d quite like a bike, among other paraphernalia closely…
