Sitting hunched under the scaffolding, smoking a cigarette, listening to the swifts shriek, the seagulls scream and watching the clouds roil across the sky, I decided that I needed to write a novel. And that these would have to be the first words.
To be continued...
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How exciting Nellie!
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Well...go on then
Peace
Anthony.