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I have just read the most honest, warm, kind and touching email, from a very precious and beautiful friend
On my way to the office, everyday
I pass the place where I was born and spent the first 7 years of my life.
It’s an ancient English village surrounded by farmland.
Today the church spire rises from a nest of trees and provides a postcard silhouette against the autumn sunrise.
One day I’ll stop with my camera although I wish I could take a picture with my eyes as I’m sure a digital sensor would portray none of the stillness warmth or calmness this place gives me.
In my life I have travelled but my home has never been more than 5 miles from this spot.