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Strangers
I grew up in a rural, seaside spot. Where winters were cold, and summers were hot. Spent sunny days on the riverbank fishing all day. Until the bailiff came and chased us away. We’d play games on the beach and soak up the sun. Until strangers arrived and ended our fun. They took over the beach and shooed us away. And told us to find somewhere else to play. More and more strangers arrived every year. The farms were all built on as jobs disappeared. The strangers kept coming and were happy to pay. When our landlords sold out, we could no longer stay. The place is now heaving on hot summer days. The remaining few busy on minimum wage. Priced out of the village where we had all grown. A winter a ghost town, we once called home. Our magical haven of tranquillity Is now full of holiday homes and Airbnb’s. The farm hands and fishermen no longer belong. The strangers now own it and the locals have gone.
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