If you missed it, you missed it for this year. And, according to my friends (hardly impartial, but that doesn't matter) you missed a wonderful spectacle. Never mind Matt sliding down silk 30 feet in the air, upside down, without a net; never mind Tawanda, dressed as a gull, leaping tall boulders at a single bound; never mind assorted dancers tumbling on rickety-looking aluminum-pipe huts. You missed seeing us bird-watchers peak. We moved in unison with each other AND THE BAND. Had you been at rehearsals, you would know what a triumph is was. We were fantastic!
I would say come back next year to see us even better, but although we will all be better and better in every way, there's no way of knowing that we'll be doing the same things.
My money is on change, because this is, as anyone who participated in it will tell you, an evolving work.
That's it for me for now. I have a photography show in Kingfield to get ready for.
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