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It was difficult, starting over. Re-doing it all from scratch. Everything was a struggle. They queried everything. Questioned her every move. Where had she come from? When had she left? How would she live? And worst of all, why? Why had she left, why had she come here? Why should they help her? Why? Why? Why? She had no answers. She only knew that she had had to leave, had to get away. She had to start again, take a different path, make a new life. She hadn’t thought it would be so hard.


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Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

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