Our neighborhood book club has turned into the same four people complaining about the same things every month and the rest of us just sit there and I don't know if we're all too polite to say something or if we actually like it this way.
More people experience this than they realize.
A shared space has become defined by its loudest voices while others retreat into silent complicity.
“Where Are You with Indigenous coming-of-age traditions?”
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