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An echo that seems to go on and on forever until it fades into a deafening silence
The rain falling on your skin, raindrops clinging on your cheeks for dear life
The power love has over people
How a tree grows, sprouts branches from its fingers that point towards what they want most in the world
Desire
The click of a kettle, ready to make you sweet tea
Blood, how it turns from red to a hard black
The feel of skin on skin
An empty stage
The promise of a new notepad/sketchbook
The taste of honey on toast
Photosynthesis
The crackle my Grammaphone makes when a beautiful song finishes but the needle kee...

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William Shakespeare - his ability to pour his soul out onto pages of pure poetry, that express love, hate, desire. When I read/act his plays, I get a real sense of what it is to feel.
Suzy Marston (my drama teacher) - the reason I wanted to become an actress. She taught me what it is to just be, gave me belief in myself and in the characters I portray. She made me realize my love for Theatre and words.
Antonin Artuad - for creating Theatre that attacks the senses, that makes audiences feel uncomfortable and all their morals challenged. For daring to give Theatre a purpose other than just to "entertain"
Peter Brook - a pure genius. Has created the closest thing this world has to magic.

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Sleepy, as though my mind is clouded
In a dream state, content and wondering
Like sprawling out on my bed and listening to Laura Marling whilst finishing my drawings of the characters from R and J
Thirsty for tea
Expectant, I think tomorrow will bring good things

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Fragile, as though some one will touch me and splinter me, cracks spreading like wild roots, and then I'll slowly fall into pieces
Like getting lost in a beautiful place
Like sitting under the tree where we've carved our names and sprawl across a blanket reading
full of rum (from last night)
that philly-cheese should NOT be mixed together no matter what the lady on the telly says

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