The Cherry Orchard

The orchard and the thudding throes of its vast but stifling space creates a landscape-on-stage that combines the sensual world into an emptiness of sorts. One could see, smell and of course hear the sound of a hopelessness which screams with longing to be filled again with something substantial; not the same dead-habits of effluent but numb and cold gestural drift ... but with a slightly more deeper sense, to be sensed by two individuals.

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