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There was nothing left. I looked at the landscape, unable to miss its barren coldness; one that had been caused by the insatiable appetites of those in power. Walking along the white stretch of road, white due to the continual fall of snow, I saw no-one, as usual. Not that I expected to see anyone. For I'd been walking for what felt like forever, and as yet found not another soul. Was I the only one left? And really, what was the point if I were? And why had I survived? Bare tree with roots by Vlado from freedigitalphotos Cover Design: Julie Elizabeth Powell Source photo(front cover): Stuart Miles from freedigitalphotos
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
There was nothing left. I looked at the landscape, unable to miss its barren coldness; one that had been caused by the insatiable appetites of those in power. Walking along the white stretch of road, white due to the continual fall of snow, I saw no-one, as usual. Not that I expected to see anyone. For I'd been walking for what felt like forever, and as yet found not another soul. Was I the only one left? And really, what was the point if I were? And why had I survived? Bare tree with roots by Vlado from freedigitalphotos Cover Design: Julie Elizabeth Powell Source photo(front cover): Stuart Miles from freedigitalphotos