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Here, in this building of cool green arches, worked stone and polished wood, we write of the river, which makes its hidden way through the town, not so far from where we sit, circled, galleried, notebooks on our laps, casting our minds outside. We run across open land to catch a view of Stockport which changes each time we blink. We write of parks, of offices, of love matches, heartbeats, hidden chambers, football games, and the shifting colours of a Sunday afternoon.

Inspired by a writing workshop with Write Out Loud at Stockport Art Gallery

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