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Posted on November 23, 2013

In the aftermath…

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I live in a beautiful medieval town in Shropshire where a river arcs around winding streets of ancient architecture, glorious cobbled alleyways, more independent shops than any person has a right to - staffed by friendly, helpful people who care about what they do - a theatre, a vibrant creative buzz, good eating, and a wonderful park. Aren't I the lucky one?

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