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A play-words strung on a cord of silence, actions emit- quelled into submission by emotions curling around each ting from dynamic stillness, thoughts flashing from the personage. This more real than reality traps the on-lookers, mind's eye of the actor. The stage, brown boards beneath a and they respond with tears, sighs, laughter, gentle clicks of colorful facade, breathes a subtle mood, hums a quiet tune. the tongue, animated hands to the bit of life plucked out of One visible room extends out over the heads of the audience the mainstream for their pleasure. The conflict builds to engulfing them in an imaginary world filled with past ghosts a peak, collapses to denouement-futility and realism, hope parading before the actors in vivid reincarnation. The audi- and idealism, or absurdity and surrealism; curtain call. ence sits in the anteroom of each character's life and is "We found heron the road by Rahil's tomb.' "THE HEART 0' MARY" "Are you a mother, that you know so surely a mother's heart?"