And.... breathe!

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And... that's all folks.

The flood is over for another issue, and you can flop about on the sand, gasping for breath, and waiting for the waters to return.

For now, thank you for reading.

Until next time...

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  1. barbara renel17 June 2018 at 00:15

    A million thanks to you. I have loads of stories still to read. Will be back in the morning. Sleep well!

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  2. Ashling Dennehy17 June 2018 at 00:33

    Thanks for the work derful stories. Well done!

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  3. Cath Barton17 June 2018 at 08:35

    Thank you for all the stories!

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  4. Lindsay17 June 2018 at 09:39

    Still immersed in the flood but bobbing up for air. Such a brilliant collection of stories.

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  5. Jo17 June 2018 at 14:08

    Thank you so much for all your hard work, Calum and Team! I've been taking part in Flash Flood since 2012 and always enjoy it immensely. Some truly wonderful stories. See you next year!

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