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Posted on November 23, 2013

In the aftermath…

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I live in a beautiful Lancashire village where a river passes under Victorian arches, winding past the ruins of a medieval abbey, and my place of birth - Pendle Hill - sits quietly in the near distance, filled with ghosts. History reverberates around me... my own, and that of the many other misfits who have also called this place Home. I feel at peace here. Aren't I the lucky one?

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