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Not what you might think... |
Ghost Lights A lone standing lamp casts a golden glow on the boards, lighting the darkness of mid-stage. No shade, but shadows retreat. Mere safety provision yet the superstitious insist it keeps the ghosts at bay much like that English play never muttered theater side. That puddle of warmth staged far from pit of orchestrated doom means home and that the play goes on for darkness signals the quiet of the unspoken words when the marquee waits empty. |