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Recovery (warm)

She was such a love. The warmth was there from the start. I felt cleansed by it, liked and responded to. We all need that. My mind makes me black inside sometimes, fetid and stinking rotten. It isn’t the truth, but then what is? And I did it. I took hold of it (with his help, bless him) and did it, faced it, ugly though it felt, at least initially. I feel cleaned by it. And ready to work again. To begin again. Thank you.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.