I have just appeared in a play where I forgot my lines and made up a load of crazy nonsense - something about Pender's Gate. I am reminded that I should be more aware of other's entrances and exits. I know that my talking gibberish completely masked the play's message which is to show how reality lies in rural landscape and we play only a tiny part of that. An old etching presents itself depicting two male faces concealed within a traditional landscape of trees and a cliff.
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