Days at the Brentcliffe (pt.7)

I looked out my window this morning, and could barely see the world beyond the first 10 feet. Snow blustering everywhere. It’s actually rather pretty here, out on the edge of Nowhere (not true. We’re actually situated on a cliff overlooking Sunnybrook Park). You forget sometimes just how close, and yet how far away the City seems.
Five more days, starting tomorrow, until the bubble is pierced.
I’ve been through this before, and frankly, I’m aware, that despite not always making use of it, how good a social support system I have in place. Some of my group less so. This moment, right now, is the extent of their social life, and it frightens them (even if they won’t admit it) to be leaving it all shortly.
It’s a topic that will surely be cropping up repeatedly this week, both within and outside of group.

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