Rambling, tambling, fumbling words and a bucket of light, a resonance of sound and a dash of twisting wood to hold us in place. We’re rattling the edges of a theatre with our breath. We’re tucking our fears into our socks and our socks into our barefeet and we are running, twisting, galloping through swells of fresh airlight. We are creating birth.

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