A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
This time last year my mother died. A whole year. So much change. So much different.
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And a year and a month for me
How amazing, I wouldn't have thought it was such a long time. God bless.
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Standing on the roof, with the wind in my hair, gulls cry I sigh, living it up here. The rain meanders along, soaking me to the bone, and ah, as I stand there... no longer alone.
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