TRUETRUE GRIT
Feb 18, 2021
2 minutes
Tucking into our breakfast on 4 January this year, my five-year-old Brynn stared out of the window at the empty streets. After three days of heavy snowfall, followed by some rain – the ground outside covered in black ice was deadly.
The elderly residents along our road hid indoors, away from the bitter cold, and were too nervous to venture out onto the
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