Business as Unusual

It is a bleak and blustery Brighton afternoon. I am windswept and waterlogged in a room of a hundred. An average day in the life of a content writer? Not quite.

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Hastening On

This morning, like every morning, I shut the door behind me and walked through the morning-lit park into town. Except this morning, the birds that graced the frost-laden lawn were gulls and mallards, not the chattering jays of Riegrovy.

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