It was a curious little leaflet in between the other junk mail. Adverts for new, more economical fridges, outdoor equipment for trips with the whole family, or maybe a getaway for two without the rest of the gang after all? And suddenly, a small note, handwritten in royal-blue ink but photocopied, on, it almost seemed, deliberately frail paper that nearly came apart when you even looked at it for too long: “Invitation to the ultimate self-help group of radical belonging. All challenges welcome. Become part of a lifelong regional support network. Group meetings on Sundays, 2pm at the Arlington Orangerie.” No signature, just a subtle watermark at the right bottom edge of the paper: LB.
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