The theatre crumbles with each blow of the wrecking ball. Are the ghosts trembling? © Rosemarie Horvath Iwasa the theatre crumbles long after the curtain fell the overture lingers with each blow of the wrecking ball dust and plaster merge a death mask are the ghosts trembling? crowds of dark shadows converge waiting in the […]
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