This Summer

It is not quite autumn and we are standing outside the school, as our last performance, this play, and this summer has just ended. I stand with my cast, crying – happy tears, remembrance tears; I will never have this experience again. I learned so much, I felt so much, I thrived and evolved. The endless drama of drama is worth it, for I know it comes with a precious connection.
Thank you. You – everyone, all. Thank you. Thank you for giving me this. This worldliness. This chance to see what I love through young, hopeful, unboundless, energetic eyes. Thank you for the connection. Thank you for giving me this summer. THIS summer. This crucial summer.
Merci.
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