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Poetry and movement piece. A kingdom crumbles, a mother remarries, grandmother watches and a son weeps. But as the seasons melt and the moon keeps burning, night....becomes morning. And if you listen hard - you can still hear the music. With a trip of the tongue and a tip and a toe, this fusion of movement and poetry articulates the fine line between drama and dance.| 1 Sep 00 to 3 Sep 00 | Jacksons Lane Outer London, Greater London Performance Details => Venue archive |
to 22 Oct 00 | General Inner London, Greater London Performance Details => Venue archive |
