Singled Out

A busy day with my ears tuned in on the radio whenever I could to hear what's said over the sad outcome of the vote of the Britts. Unsettling words for both sides of the Canal I heard and altho' the island with Tudor's Rose did literary not move an inch from the continent since the referendum outcome is there, metaphorically is like it's drifting off into an ocean of storms. 
Wish the pessimist's thoughts weren't mine too

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