Stan

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Stan was a highly decorated SAS officer, a man who still inspired soldiers to salute just on seeing his artwork. Yes he was a gifted artist who had done several tours. With a few ink strokes he could make a statement about social issues in cartoon style or paint magnificently coloured flowers. But like most veterans he bore the internal scars of war, the ones invisible to the eye but readily visible to the discerning.
Stan found himself often homeless so he would squat in vacant houses. Derelict dumps awaiting demolition. He was in the habit of making them over to fit with his idea of a jungle. Up with the floor covering as bare boards was his preference. Long spiky leaves in large vessels added some camouflage. Water could be carried by bucket when you knew how to tap into the main. Bottles piled neatly around hinted at his…

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