Celia Coulter
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Unexpected Beauty
It is dirty and dark in the factory where I work, rubbish accumulates in corners. No matter how often someone is assigned the task of cleaning the car park and driveway, the wind always undoes …
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Muse: A Writer's Prayer
This morning when I woke, the fog was back. The darkness held me in thrall. I snapped, and snarled . My connection was lost, I was lost. Suffering returned.
