Ellen Louise Dunn
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Alone, but not lonely. Sort of…
Why was it, that at exactly midnight on October 6, I thought, not about the wonders of the day ahead, but the last 26 years… Continue reading
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The bay window…πͺ
I see myself in the books, the chiffon curtains, the posters on the wall that I can’t quite decipher. I see myself in the person who’s trying to make the ordinary, the mundane, the… limiting, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve… Continue reading
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Welcome…β¨
“Don’t be ‘a writer’. Be writing” (William Faulkner). Continue reading
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This time…π―
What if, instead of looking back or looking forward, I focus on what’s right in front of me? They say, βComparison is the thief of joyβ. If thatβs true, why do I constantly compare my present self to my past… Continue reading
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The yellow ladybird…π
The sign I never knew I needed. The sun was shining, the bus was stuffy, and I was happily exhausted. I was on my way back from a training day at my new job. Coffee training, to be exact. Sunshine,… Continue reading
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Is it burning ambition or deep dissatisfaction?
One of my resolutions for 2025 was to really dive into a branch of philosophy. Iβm talking full-on, head-first, no-looking-back kind of dive. I landed on Existentialism. Why? Well, for starters, “existential” is a word Iβve been throwing around ever… Continue reading
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Ferrante’s Neapolitan Quartet; My literary Roman Empire…π
To say that I was late to the MBF party is a massive understatement. What’s more, teenage Ellen could have really done with these books growing up… All regrets aside, what I say, with complete confidence, is that it is… Continue reading







