Time
is all fizzle-crackley and unstable, in the dipple-dappled swamp. Her
father used to call it the 'accident waiting to happen' place. The
crows love it here.
We arrive at the beginning, at
dusk. An odd figure is returning to his lair. He seems weighed down
with his bulging sack and his empty purse.
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How exciting, it is all coming together. Thomas, from
Theater Didymus, has sent me some progress photos of the wonderful mask he is making.
Sewing With The Rain - on the 26th November at
The Albion Beatnik.
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