Senior School Production
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The stars above me shine with the memories of millions of years of existence. The moon, a glowing crescent, floats lazily across the sky, its nightly journey well underway. I can almost hear the hoof beats of the chariot that draws the golden goddess through the darkness. A northern breeze sends chills through the air, heralding the winter to come. Below me, the village I call home slumbers, yet I cannot sleep. Thoughts twist and chase each other through my mind. I grab hold of these fragments of ideas, wrestling them into something more. They are tales from the night sky, and they are calling…
Peter McKenzie - Drama Teacher