We sit in a small circle, holding open a space for each other, creating a deep well for it all to be poured into. We listen and talk and talk and listen and walk out into the world again…
Read MoreWhat do you have for us Nottingham? What are you holding and who do you tell? I know it’s none of my business - you don’t know me - but, are you grieving?
Read MoreThe clock slows and we wait, looking away from one another. Two minutes pass. We breathe. We look into one another’s eyes, suddenly pricked with these unexpected tears, and we talk.
Read MoreMiddlesbrough the tough; the town of slick toil and sometime steel, reeling from the was and the gone and the no longer, and all swollen with its loss.
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