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Since last we 'met' I have had a very emotional roller coaster time. I have taken early retirement after nearly 19 years of nursing and moved with my husband Rod, who retired on the same day, to an American style retirement village. A new concept here in the UK.
It is a new build and therefore feels rather soulless and hollow hence the title... Hollow Echoes. I stand within the shadow of these walls and feel the presence of hollow echoes; I realise that now whatever befalls me, the unknown, the surges of life's ebbs and flows are at this moment shrouded in mystery. Yet, I am at the edge, the brink of making history. Like an unprinted page, an unwritten story, the future stretches invitingly ahead. A blank canvas in need of coloured glory; untrodden snow awaiting my first tread. Exciting paths which I can choose to follow, then the echoes I leave no longer will be hollow.
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