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Photographs

This is what it looks like.

Courts, tables, and the long afternoons in between. Everybody in these turned up not knowing anyone either.
A clay tennis court behind a green windbreak, palms and floodlights above it
Hands passing a bowl of food across a picnic table
Six people talking on sofas around a long wooden table
A darkened cinema, a man on the screen
Five people around a round table in a café
A wooden table on the sand with two phones left on it, the sea beyond
A cue lined up for a shot across green baize
A hand of cards played out on a green baize table
A wicker chair and a glass table on a terrace strung with lights at night
An empty café through an arched doorway, a line of light along the wall
Somebody walking a path through pine woods in the hills
People working at long tables with laptops and notebooks
A long table of people painting, seen from above
Bicycle handlebars above the bay in the evening haze
Three people at a picnic table among the pines at dusk
An orange velvet banquette under a painted ceiling in an old café

None of these were taken by a photographer. Somebody remembered their phone, which is about the level of organisation we manage once everyone has sat down.

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