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June 23, 2012

Life on Worthing pier

Filed under: chinks — Trefor Davies @ 4:00 pm

We passed each other walking in opposite directions. She was on the phone broadcasting loudly to anyone who wanted to listen.

I’m homeless, I’ve nowhere to live, I’ve lost all my clothes, I’ve managed to save some of yours.

She walked on, I walked on. That was it. There is no more to say.

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