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Welcome In Welsh The hills are alive with the light of the sun. The rain never came to Wales. The mountains are growing, the sea is calling. The kids...

Its a conundrum that we just can't solve. Should we stay or should we go? Will we wreck our economy or lose our rights? Or will we save a hell of a lot of money and give tax cuts to the rich?

This is not a word from the dictionary of obscure sorrows. To save anyone looking it up (if needed) as I realise there is a danger of becoming irritating despite Luigi’s point that it inspires curiousity, it means a feeling that cannot be represented in thought or the unthinkable.

*/ One afternoon, Tone was aimlessly walking around the coast when he happened upon a strange looking, golden object that had washed up on the shore...