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Here's a short story of hope.


Change is messy.

Like it or not, that is how it works.


It's fragmented, chaotic and never straightforward.

It's hard to recognise until it is there.


Change is a muddy pool on the side of the road. Trampled by uncaring bulldozers, trodden by ignorant passersby.

But add enough drops of rain to it and it starts flowing. Running into other muddy streams, forming a river. Meandering its way into our collective conscience.


Until what looked unthinkable seems reasonable, and even logical all of a sudden.


Until it becomes the status quo.

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