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God’s Country, land of my fathers, Cymru. Wales goes by many names, but the one I’ve always known best is home. I was born and raised in the South Wales valleys, but growing up I didn’t see or understand its beauty until I moved away from it. Moving to London changed how I saw it. I was suddenly gripped by an indescribable pull for the rolling green hills, the slow pace of life, and the smiling, friendly people.
People often talk about ‘hiraeth’, a Welsh word meaning to ache for…
