I read the last stanza of the Roger White poem I’ve incorporated into the script:
Tell, Duarte Viera, kindly tell,
What crime won you a prison cell?
The Wildfire group, seven of us – Nancy, Navid, Serene, Carmel, May, Izzy and I – are on the stage in the Old Gym at Wellington College. We’re facing an audience [...]
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