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Molded by the great Creator, actors encompass theater. The scene is set and the action begins as they swarm across the stage in leaps and bounds pass the backdrop of blues, greens and browns. A chorus cries out and fills the area; humming birds sing their tune. Moments pass and the players re-enter to enact the rest of the scene. With a whoosh and a swirl, branches and leaves expose their foliage; creating a magnificent visionary display. Each element dramatic in its role; the troupe remembers their part until the last word is spoken. Darkness over comes the stage while the entourage exits.
The spotlight shines down on the Creator...an ovation is left to be found; only silence remains except for the slight chirp of the crickets. WC: 128
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