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Sarah Dean 11N Alone It is 1945, the war ended years ago. That war had taken seventy lives from our small village in Devon. Every one knew every body else, you couldn't move without someone talking to you about their son and how their day had been. It was friendly, pleasant, how a small community should be. I grew up in this community with Daddy, Mummy and Nana. We owned a modest house in the out skirts of this village, facing the cool tranquil sea where Sammy the dog loved to play. That water sounded like heaven in the summer. The sea gulls would glide ahead whilst the hills would almost shine in their glory. You've never seen a more miraculous sight than the sun setting over the sea. The aqua marine sea mingles with the fuchsia sky painting a portrait of heaven. Nana used to say that you could get no...

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