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THE ENGLISH ESSENCE
i looked out of the window and it made me think just how english i am. i mean english not british.
welsh people are, like, cut from their mountains and scots people are made of a mix of rough cereals and hairy horses, y'know? and english? well, mostly we got gentle melancholic rain.
i do mean gentle. it falls so soft, almost but not quite like snow (snow would be too extreme for us). and i don't mean melancholia because things sometimes get sad, i mean it's, like, right at our core, understand?
i watched the melancholic rain fall for a little while and had some little english thoughts in my little english head.
y'know what i thought? i thought this: s'alright.
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