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I listened to the silence of the Stanford marshes, looked out at the Thames estuary and beyond that to the weak outline of Kent. Observed the land I played on as a boy, where I found a cluster of nesting baby rats pink and shivering under a clump of grass, the place a school bully pulled a knife on me in the ruins of the concrete bunker.
Extract from A More Perfect World
Rick Goldsmith 