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    Yes! So in the show I am 57 years old. I am wearing a 1910 era dancing gown, smooth silk top, long skirt, solid color, with small baby pearl buttons. Hair is down. Earrings. Barefeet no handwoven cotton socks: pink.. At an old table with a teapot. Children, now 16 and 14 run around the room hung with Christmas lights. Screaming. They serve tea. These children want candy. They want icecream. They hate me. They want to watch VIOLENT T.V. and go to the JCC for even more snacks and stop for snacks at The Blue Check Deli on the way and they want go to the New Haven Shambhala Center to roll mantras in the middle of the night. They want toast with melted butter. They want the rope for a climbing lesson on the stairs. They want juice. Meanwhile, there is another layer of audio. Poem + Piano + Banjo. 3 minutes long. Or, wait, you could be me in the dress and everything. The children could also be disguised as a puppy and a dragon. And then the children are old too.

    Not very long.


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