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I’m not sure why. Though it’s undoubtedly self-pity. My body hurts and doesn’t work as it ought. Stress of course, and tiredness and the my forever dread of the onset of winter. I must shake myself out of it. Now. It’s not warranted, ever. I have so much. So many gifts. Live it. Be and be not afraid….

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.