Exploring my identity with masks
I am looking across the room at eight people facing me.
They are quietly staring back, observing me, waiting for me to say something.
I’m feeling uncertain.
My hands are slightly trembling.
I’m on the edge of something.
Some of the group know me well. They are friends and colleagues and I feel like I have something to prove. The next three minutes needs to b…
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