The Blue Road | TRP Young Company


I remember the darkness. I remember the silence. I remember the dark and silence after it happened, that moment. I remember water. I’d forgotten. I remember the water rising. I remember my feet at first. I remember my legs. I remember the knock. I remember the sound of the water rising. In my stomach, the knot. I remember the window. I remember it pitch black now. I remember them saying I remember I remember them saying now.

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