the curtain closes,
we applaud.
we stand and clap until
our hands hurt
tears in our eyes,
the lights go up.
it was a good life,
a long play.
then the curtains open
and there she is once
more.
still here,
still alive. still a wonder
and a joy
to behold. it's not
over yet.
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