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Holding Out a Hand
Hope arrived without fanfare, knowing full well we were entering the unknown. A poem about hospital corridors, long nights, kindness, and the quiet ways hope holds out a hand when we need it most.
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The Rooms That Hold a Town Together
A morning at Yr Hen Ysgol brought together Rotary, Pensarn Pickers, The Hummingbirds, Dementia Friendly Abergele, Gwrych Castle Trust and many more — a hall full of tea, conversation, kindness and quiet acts of community. This poem captures the spirit of the people holding a town together.
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Who Gives a Crap?
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