snaith/ narative opening BLUEBELL WOOD

BLUEBELL WOOD

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Previously, I had never considered how beautiful the beyond the farm holdings had been. Seen as though the job of finding the runaway dog had fallen upon me, it gave me a sense of realisation of the beauty which had been so obliviously close and hidden. The nature of the well-known surroundings was overwhelming and producing a frenzy of shame that I’d unknowingly…