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Mr Bell
As a child, all that Beauregard had was his books. He’d run away from the orphanage several times a week, and the police would always find the boy in the town’s library, huddled over huge volumes, because he simply loved to read. His name had come from a book. His mother could not read, but…
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New Article – Dartford Pride: how it is helping the town’s LGBTQ+ community
Hola amigos, I’ve been featured in an article exploring LGBTQ+ Identities and the positive effects of Pride celebrations. You can read the article here. Besos, J x
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Swapping Stories With A Stranger
Last night, the sun was still alive, looming above, but flagging with fatigue, and the sky was a soothing shade of blue. There were bottles, broken and blessed on the brown and grey stones of the pavement, as I crept past, lighting up a cigarette, hoping not to halt the slumber of a man who…
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Swanscombe Used To Be Such A Nice Little Town
Helicopters hang over my house, most nights, sweet symphony of sirens, the violin solo of violence. Somebody will awake to bad news. A boy was stabbed last night. The neighbours are all whispering, about how the streets don’t feel safe, the value of their houses, even less so. A boy was stabbed last night, but…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 