What to do when there’s nothing left to do.

When there’s nothing left to say, When there’s nothing left to do, When there is no hope left...... I see a small curled figure, alone in the grey wind-blown morning. A small cat, four floors below, still, in the gutter of the car park, just ears move occasionally. As the rubbish blows around this solitary,... Continue Reading →

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