In the moments before the transitions, before the stage and spotlights, I felt as if I were back in my grandmother's garden, blessed by dappled light. For then there is the comfort of the shade and the invite of the warm rays. In that moment there is a sense of choice even through you realise you will go on. That is the show. That is what we do.
Brindled coats in dappled light, the hues of earth and tree, were a troupe of joyful wild boar.
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