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I wept for them yesterday. Though all the time knowing that I was also weeping for myself and the grief I feel at having to live in a world were such suffering is experienced by so many. And not knowing what to do about it. She wrote of a man who’d lost all his family and how he just kept walking around the rubble in circles. Around and around, circling the ground. I cannot watch such scenes, reading about them is bad enough. And yet, we must know. We cannot hide from it. Ever.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.