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Dream.

Migrant camp by the docks. 'Is this Calais?' I ask, looking around. 'Shh!' hisses my companion. It's early, some tents flap in the wind, zipped up tight, others are torn and abandoned. As we walk on there are less and less tents and no people, just old frames and scorched earth.

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