Tag: depression
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WRATH UNBOWED

The dust swirled round the field. The earth had given them nothing in return for all their hard work again. Aggie stood on the porch. No sign of Al returning, the urge took him every few weeks. She knew he would be home eventually. They were all that was left, the last remaining links of…
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DIGGER!

‘Digger!’ he shouted from the back seat. Where did it come from, this fascination with any construction or agricultural machine? Tractors, cement mixers, dumper trucks, combine harvesters, even bin lorries – all of them elicited a squeal of joy upon sight. And so we all joined in with my son’s enthusiasm. ‘So it is, that’s…


