
Lunchtime at St Vedast’s
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Hidden behind the old wooden door, my courtyard sanctuary. Cool and quiet. I am safe from the hustle of the office to eat my lunch. Here there is serenity and peace. I dare to switch off my phone. I will not be contacted. I will not be found. The small wall fountain gurgles away my nerves; calms my soul. All too quickly, time is up. I must return to corporeality.

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