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Human Corridor (2)

I’ve thought of them. Are they home yet? And if so, what is that home like? I caught a picture on Instagram of a bombed-out tower block from there. Nothng remains but its shell and rubble. Blown-through. Blown out. Blown away. My heart is heavy for them. So heavy.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.