Vinnie Sullivan
This is an image of my great-grandfather at London's Traflager square in 1959, decades after being shot twice in the unforgiving trenches of WW1. If it was not for the strength of those we never met, many of us wouldn't even exist. I wonder what he was likeβ¦
What a waste
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Word of advice. Block every single mainstream news account and politician that appears on your feed, and I promise that within a short time, your mental health will improve.
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For those who connect with the statements I make, I will, in time, be releasing a book that contains many of them. Thank you all for the heartwarming support. It's been a great source of strength. π€
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Whilst in beautiful Castleton, in the High Peak, @PubMaverik and myself stumbled upon an old-fashioned garage and antique shop that was run but an elderly local. I was deeply filled with nostalgic comfort and also, upset. I felt as if I'd stepped back in time and was seeing the world we'd lost. I knew I was walking among this man's life's work and all he held dear. I observed him for a moment, knowing that he's not only the last of his kind, but the end of out finest era.
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