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Majority

Writer's picture: Caleb ParkinCaleb Parkin

Travelling uphill, my  gears crunch. We forget how yesterday felt. The dog licks my hand, empathic, going from second to nothing, engine straining.

The gulls dodging in front of the wheels clawing, screeching, ragged for scraps. The fan belt sounds like it’s slipping. Hadrian’s Wall tightening. Britain’s body turning blue.

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