The Rock

 The Rock


This is obviously a pivotal year here.
It may be my last.
I feel very much alone in my abilities to get tasks accomplished. Like getting big heavy things moved or having space to rehearse that isn't wet.
My crew is at 2/3rds power
My cast is tired.
We are being fed sweets and bread.

The Revolution is at hand.




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