Summer ends. And with it goes the best ten weeks of my life with the most wonderful team of women a girl could ask for.
One last look at my beloved stage and theatre brings my breath to a halt and I wonder... how will I walk away from the warm, golden summer nights and into the cold, dark winter ones?
I think I'll even miss the excruciating heat of those muggy, still Sunday afternoons with nothing but ceiling fans to stir the thick summer air as I gasped beneath my muslin lined skirt and high-necked collar. It was somehow heavenly.
Please (pleasepleasepleaseplease) support summer theatre, people. If you don't, you've no idea what you're missing.
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