Rain: hopeful green from water…

On the stage it is always now; the personages are standing on that razor edge, between the past and the future, which is the essential character of conscious being; the words are rising to their lips in immediate spontaneity  The theater is supremely fitted to say; “Behold! These things are”  The Razors Edge by W. Somerset M.

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