Well, I made it there. And this picture is the proof. I promised not to throw myself off Beachy Head. And I didn't. It's a beautiful place, and it's so sad that many choose it as a place to die. For me, it seemed at the time more of a place to reflect on life, rather than death, but then I suppose feeling forced to jump is also a reflection on the life experienced by the suicide. I will write more about Beachy Head before long...
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