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A childhood belief about places

I used to believe the end of the road where my Grandma lived was the end of the world. It was a dead-end and disappeared into sand dunes and stunted bushes adjacent to the sea; at night in bed I fancied I could hear the wailing of unfortunates who ventured there. It`s all built up now, of course, but I still have an uneasy feeling .....!!!!

— Michelle

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