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I wonder why it is referred to as feeling blue, being blue or blueness. Why that specific colour? Anyway I feel it today. I feel blue. Is it winter, the rain or this relentless, seemingly going-nowhere work? I must just put one foot in front of the other and be brave, and hope that the passage of time will lift me. Maybe it will, maybe it won’t.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.