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It’s September, and I sit at my desk watching the rain lash at my window. It's only a short, sharp shower but so much more than we’ve had...

Trees. The ocean. Early walks with the dog. Leisurely breakfasts with the family. More walks with the dog Breathing in the scent of the...

When I started school at the age of seven things changed slightly. I was bullied, mercilessly, for the next nine years. Why? I have no idea.