Last night's Nottingham TDOR vigil was on the Portland Steps again. It was cold again. I wore my big afghan coat again (and a scarf and a bobble hat). Afterwards we were invited inside again. I went home again.
All in all it seemed a quieter affair than last year's vigil. Just four speakers. And a smaller flag.
But there were quite a lot of people there all the same.
And one new thing at least: replica battery-powered candles with bulbs for flames. No one is blowing those bastards out.
I'm taking those candles as a metaphor.
No one is blowing us out either.
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