It was a cold midwinter night, the wind was blowing and it was freezing outside. But in the common room across 1250 something was happening, something that would change things forever.
Stories were flowing out of mouths, out of people, out of lives, running through the corridor and straggling off everywhere like stardust. In the air, a warm smell of choccolate goodies and passion.
The air corrupted as it was, swept away by storm and wind, left as trail in people’s minds, nothing but imagination behind.
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Dear All,
We would like to invite you to the first storytelling event of the year ! Join us whether you want to listen to or share stories (or eat cookies) !
See you there ! 🙂