It is POURING outside. Sheets of rain mercilessly beat down
on Union Street. It’s ridiculous.
Aren’t we so glad to be theatre artists today? Aren’t we
glad we don’t have to go out on to, say, a football field in a few hours?
It’s a perfect day to make 7 new plays.
1 comment:
I KNOW! We just heard thunder in the Falls Lobby.
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