The air is alive
The ropes quiver under damp fingers
Catch your breath, one one thousand, two one thousand, three
Get away from the curtains, fool
Violins starting up, there's the cue
Take one last look
Our world is about to be born once more
Curtain
See how productive I am in field service? For some reason this came to me as we were driving between calls.
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