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In That Place


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Our mothers arrived to collect us as school was to close early. I don’t know how the message was transmitted, as there was no mobile technology then, but there was my mother at the door with the others, their headscarves tied tightly around their ears against the wind. The storm was building on the tail of some hurricane from the Mexican gulf and lashed stinging rain against our faces.

MVJ2016

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Feeling boxed in by the rigour and structure required in my career as a research and teaching academic, I now want to follow flights of fancy and try my hand at creative writing and social media. This could be challenging so comments and advice from seasoned bloggers are most welcome!

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