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This week at the table: Every Grief Its Own Song.
No two of them sound alike. One is a quiet ache that never quite resolves, another is a crash that takes the house down with it. Every one of them counts at this table, the enormous and the barely speakable alike, and each is left whole on its own terms. Come and hear what yours sounds like out loud.
Bring coffee, or tea, or nothing. Camera optional. Listening for an hour is full attendance.
The sliding scale is open, and it slides all the way to zero.
No two of them sound alike. One is a quiet ache that never quite resolves, another is a crash that takes the house down with it. Every one of them counts at this table, the enormous and the barely speakable alike, and each is left whole on its own terms. Come and hear what yours sounds like out loud.
Bring coffee, or tea, or nothing. Camera optional. Listening for an hour is full attendance.
The sliding scale is open, and it slides all the way to zero.