Lovely blue float down and all the people's voices seem to grow quiet...
Performance night two. We had a standing ovation for opening :)New Years 1964, twenty minutes to five. Outside: white snow, black trees, the rapidly falling darkness. My soul leaps out of me. This year will be work. Glorious work.
And I remember all the twilights I have ever known. They float across my eyes. I think of forests and picnics, of being very warm in something cotton, of smelling the earth and loving life. Long live good life and beauty and love.
Journal entry undated: if anything should happen before 'tis done, may I trust that all commas and periods will be placed and someone will complete my thoughts. This last should be the least difficult, since there are so many who think as I do.
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