While down at
the Brighton Festival a few weekends ago I went to a Quaker
meeting. I've always wanted to try Quakering. The charismatic in me
is a sucker for being literally moved by the Spirit. The antisocial
me likes the idea of sitting in a room full of strangers and not
having to answer their questions, or think up good ones in
return.
Forty people. One room. Fifteen minutes of perfect ...
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