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  • She sat in the corner of the shop,an old lady with an ancient smile." Come and sit dear,its so hot today" she said.
    Suddenly nothing else mattered as much as sitting and commenting on the heat ,the sun ,the struggle of everyday living.
    My day had been so unkind but rather it was not the day but my self beating me up again and again and again.Like evil friends, thoughts had crowded my mind, screaming my shortcomings in my face,warning me of all the consequences of my actions.
    All the wrong moves they whispered and snickered at my incompetence.
    A dam against tears was in place but needed reinforcement through frequent deposits of saliva down my throat.
    No, its not pleasant the fight for survival is not without casualties.You see them all along the streets,dirty,unkept barely here,picking at scabs and looking for covers.
    She was old,not beautiful nor expensively dressed but her essence shone through the watery eyes and the curly mop of hair in a way that reached into that lonely place and said wordlessly" Hey I'm right here with you."
    "Do you come here often dear? I'm here every day.I come early in the morning."I marveled at the ingenuity with which this lady had planted herself with the tenacity of a weed in a garden and was making herself a national treasure.
    STAY CALM AND CARRY ON,she was the living example of that statement and she did it with style and a touch of class. After eighty years in the Eastend of London she knew what living was about.
    "Sit down dear and have a rest ,do you come here often?"
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