The Whistling Wind Chapter 13: It Happens.

Seven months before leaving the cosy comfort of my mother’s home in Fallowfield to face the big, cruel world, on a hot summer’s day in the early evening, I was listening to Alexander O’Neal’s first album in 1985; Alice tells me, ‘I’m pregnant.’

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The Whistling Wind Chapter 9: My Mind

Heightened Sense of Awareness: It had been six or seven months since I joined a social media platform in 2008. At that time, I did not put up a picture of myself, which naturally worked well with what I was doing mysteriously.

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