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Rain (250)

Another wet morning. I try to be sanguine when I am out in it. It isn’t personal after all. The wind rattled at my umbrella. I should’ve put it down, and just bore it, but one gets so saturated.

No answer, so the work, for now is suspended.

There is a white light over the sea, might the clouds be clearing?

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.