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Emily Snelgrove
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The Ganache Elf... small, chocolate-loving, and fanatical for baking and cooking...and who, armed with a battered Kenwood mixer and a can of drinking chocolate, is fighting to overcome her greatest ever enemy...her own eating disorder.
The Ganache Elf... small, chocolate-loving, and fanatical for baking and cooking...and who, armed with a battered Kenwood mixer and a can of drinking chocolate, is fighting to overcome her greatest ever enemy...her own eating disorder.

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If Only...
If only things had been different. If only things had not had to change. If only childhood would stretch out forever, extending out towards the horizon like a desert's endless, sweeping sands. But things had to change and I was powerless to stop them. Child...

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Blind Faith
Thursday afternoon, 2pm, saw the enactment of a isolated personal drama in the sitting room of just  one of Derryguile's well-dispersed houses. The crisis involved only one hapless subject. That being me, needless to say. Like some sort of bizarre scene in ...

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Trying to Find the Real Me...
The bog resembled a reedy, gorse strewn paddy field. Water had collected in large puddles upon the ground; some of which had joined together to resemble miniature lakes and riverlets. Water dripped from the saturated leaves of the trees, drops of dewy moist...

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Meal Plan Musings!!! ;) xxx
And so finally here is my meal plan post... I am so sorry for the lateness in this; unfortunately, with college as it is, I only have time to blog once a week at the moment😡 I wanted to share with you a few things in this post. Firstly, my new meal plan wi...

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Leaving behind the scared little girl...
Mam was cleaning in the kitchen, her strong, brown hands scrubbing vigorously at the stains upon the smooth paneled cupboards. I approached tentatively, my hands curling awkwardly at my sides, feet dragging reluctantly upon the tiles. my hope, flickering li...

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From the little seed grew a strong, beautiful flower...
And from such small, tiny steps... a long, incredible journey is made. 💖 My journey began some time ago. But I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember the tears that I cried as Mam looked at me, the pain and denial in her own dark green eyes striki...

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This is what I am fighting for... xxx
And so I went back, back to Trinity, back to the place where I never felt as if I belonged, or was accepted. Late September, with golden crisp leaves falling all around me, dread clenching my heart in its ice-cold, bloodless grip. A sense of fear and uncert...

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The hardest path...
6.11 am Tuesday morning. My alarm shrieked out in the silence, like the eerie cry of a barn owl breaking through the dawn's calm stillness. My eyes snapped open as I lay motionless in the darkness. I had wrapped myself up into a cocoon like mass of blankets...

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And then, the petals opened...
It didn't come to me as I had first thought it would: that day, all those years ago, when I took my first tentative step along the road leading up the steep, steep mountain. It came slowly, gradually, softly. As gentle as a soft summer breeze; one which dri...

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Where the sea meets the rockface....
There's not much to be said for my experience at university. From the very beginning, Trinity became a place in which I felt like a tiny, non-descript, little white pebble; a pebble lying upon a beach of shining, glistening gemstones. Those gemstones never ...
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