Boundary walls and prison fences crumbled down and fell apart. The Gothic Chapel which was forever preaching ‘Doom’ and ‘Gloom’ and its ‘Woe, Woe & Thrice Woe’ took down its dusty old, heavy curtains and opened up the stained-glass windows for a Spring-clean jumble sale. I noticed beautiful, multi-coloured wild flowers popping up everywhere in …
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