November 30, 2015 6:34am CST
As the helicopter flew over the power station I could see that at least one of the cooling towers was filling with water. The sea pounded against it, the waves frolicking and dancing as they ebbed too and fro. Further down the coast, just half a mile or so, the sea was encroaching on the mock-tudor building, presumably having flooded the dirty dark dungeon already. From the safety of the helicopter I could see the young people running around like headless chicken. I wondered if I was amongst them. I must have been, although I had no memory of this occuring. Real places from my childhood. Unreal memories. Maybe a parallel universe? Then I woke up, but not before I'd popped to the shop and bought myself a white lacy cardigan. I would never wear a white lacy cardigan. My brain is tricksying me.
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