Lucy and her Jacques

She has seen the black and white footage of Brel, the cunning shadows and light to make him historical, a myth. On the stage beneath him the penumbral circles vibrate when he kicks out to emphasise. Hear me, his characters plead. Listen to what I have to say. This is life, my death, and yours.

The lake breathes back to her.

…coming soon

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