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Inspired by a visit to Wroxeter, home to some of my ancestors, in Shropshire  (August 2018), and composed in a Prado Lounge Café Bar in Suffolk. Box Pews at a church in Selattyn, Shropshire Doors click open. Let me in and latch me in, keeping me seated. Listening. The Vicar steps up, announces himself, boxesContinue reading “Sealed in at Wroxeter”