Solstice
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Saira Bhatti, Slough I cannot remember the last summer solstice I consciously noticed. That feels strange to admit. I can vividly remember standing outside last year with countless others, eyes fixed on the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Aurora Borealis as it danced across British skies.[1] People stayed up late, cameras ready.…
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Sarah Ward In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. These words echo in my memory. Words from my childhood and days of singing in the school choir. In amongst the…
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