The requested assembled shifted restlessly, seated on the hard, creaking bleachers – which I have always thought of these mechanisms as a trip-and-fall liability waiting to happen – so a sense of anxietal irony pervaded the air to me.
Subtle sighs of grateful relief could be low-audibly detected as the participants were invited down onto level ground to sit by groups in solid chairs nestled around large tables offering refreshments and writing implements.
One group for “colliders;” one group for “receivers of impact.”
They then proceeded to share their detailed stories.
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