Sunday, December 27, 2015

December 26, 2015

My lawn is a scatter of pale lilac crocus. On Chestnut Street a cherry is in bloom. Two performances today, two of the last three. The final analysis is that it has been too hard, though maybe a finaler analysis yet is that the show moved many, and in time we will forget how hard it was. Did get me out on the streets at night, watching the happy after-Christmas revelers. Did sit in the café for a while, writing.

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