Last summer I let myself be proud of being English; I walked through the streets adorned with our flag, and I stopped to speak to strangers about a shared goal, a shared identity and an understanding between us. I am of course talking about watching the World Cup football for the first time. It felt good to be united around something for once, to be in a cultural moment where everyone was welcome. This brief window of community and understanding was an island of solace for me during a summer of despair, as extreme heat damaged my communities, both human and more-than-human, while my politicians ...

 

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