29th July
We're still nitpicking about money and schedules. One rather large hurdle to overcome is the fact that the Big Controller has used her financial allowance for this year so our production will have to go into next year's budget - money can't be released to us until next April.
Sunday Poem
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“My Son, my Executioner” My son, my executioner, I take you in my
arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death,
small son...
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