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Why We Must Listen to the Music of Grief

I hadn’t been to Grantchester Meadows in over twenty years, and what I felt there changed me.

The River Cam that runs through Grantchester Meadows (photo by author)

“And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer, making for the sea.” — Pink Floyd




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Benjamin Carter

Benjamin Carter

Literature enthusiast | Nicheless | Wildly eclectic tastes | Writer for Better Humans, Mind Cafe, Invisible Illness, MuddyUm, The Writing Cooperative, and more.

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