They promise to complete us on the whole but leave us hollow.
You know the thing about pain, it leaves you with void no one can attempt to feel. 217 more words
This shows the Southsea end of Portsmouth from the Isle of Wight Ferry. I went to school behind those trees.
Genteel Southsea rather held its skirts away from the main city, I felt, a city that had not recovered from the Second World War and the subsequent reduction in British sea power. 540 more words