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It was a bank holiday, thank God, so traffic was light, and I followed signs to the Stena Line Ferry and bought a ticket to Holyhead, Wales, where I camped at the foot of this mountain, Cadair Idris, for nearly a week, staying at Edna Jones’ farm in this wooden barracks of sorts, alone, listening to a hard rain on the tin roof and hating myself for how stuck I was.
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Annelise Lords
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You are strong to go on this trip alone.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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