Every day at 14.00 the carers led her to the same arm chair in the same spot. When the other aging actors in the home settled down for their nap, she put on her make up, fixed her hair and sat down facing the small stained glass window leading out to the busy word outside she once was part of. At precisely 14.26 the sun shone through the window in such an angle it found her face like a colourful spotlight. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth, hearing the rustling of the audience and her lines filled her mind.
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October 2015
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