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And you try to hold these opposites together inside yourself: beginnings and endings, terror and hope

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And you try to hold these opposites together inside yourself: beginnings and endings, terror and hope.































STRINGS

The theatre was smaller than Dario expected. Not in size, no, the room stretched longer than it ought to have-if only in presence. It felt contained above all, as though the walls themselves were listening, holding their breath in anticipation of something that had already taken place.

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