2015 Performance Stills

As twilight casts its spell, the forest sighs and trembles. Children, shadows long,

hurry down the lanes, swinging through the gates—

Home, young ones home!

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As sailors ride dark swells, as drunkards drink their fill,

sad girls bathe in lamplight, glassy-eyed and pale, no one to regale.

Home, lost ones home!

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Feather and fur reclaim the night, creep and prowl.

Scatter in haste at dawn’s first light. Heed the call:

CF HOUSE and DOGSHome, night owls home!

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Home, small beasts home!

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