It‘s often harrowing. She‘s a wonderful writer. ‘I listened to the storm blow itself out, huddling in the sleeping bag with my hot-water bottle. The shed was still rattling, only much less violently now. I felt a growing sense of well-being. I was warm (thanks to the hot-water bottle) and (mostly) dry. My shelter was still standing. For the first time in a long time, in spite of the fact that sleeping in the shed was illegal... I felt safe.‘
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