#equinox theatre

[garadinervi]

'for colored girls who have considered suicide / when the rainbow is enuf' by Ntozake Shange, «Playbill», Equinox Theatre, Houston, TX, November 19, 1977 [Marjorie Randal National Women's Conference Collection, Box 1, Folder 11, UH Libraries Exhibits, University of Houston, Houston, TX]

With: Deborah Arceneaux, Laura Booker, Jan Crain, Dannette Johnson, Barbara Marshall, Leslie Mays, and Brenda Sers

Direction: Bruce Bowen

#graphic design #art #theatre #theater #play #brochure #cover #ntozake shange #deborah arceneaux #laura booker #jan crain #dannette johnson #barbara marshall #leslie mays #brenda sers #bruce bowen #playbill #equinox theatre #university of houston libraries #university of houston libraries exhibits #uh libraries exhibits #1970s

[eranjayne]

Finding Nemo Jr. Coming to Tsawwassen!

I can't WAIT to see Delta Youth Theatre's production of Finding Nemo Jr.! Check out their promo photos!

Have you got your tickets yet?!? Finding Nemo Jr. is swimming into the Equinox Theatre at SDSS in just two short weeks and I, for one, can’t wait to see it! Full of giant, colourful puppets of everyone’s favourite Nemo characters and catchy tunes that have had me humming for weeks (my kid is in the show!), Finding Nemo Jr. is a theatrical feast for everyone in the whole family! Here’s the scoop…

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#Delta photographer #Delta Youth Theatre #Equinox Theatre #event photography #Finding Nemo Jr. #Ladner photographer #local theatre #promotional photos #South Delta photographer #Tsawwassen photographer #Vancouver photographer

[gothicctherapy]

just started my first big stage management gig and i'm like bubbling with joy!! this is what i want to do!! i'm doing the thing!! fuck yes!!

#stage management #stage manager #sm #theatre #new theatre #play #plays #new plays #theatre school #theatre kid #playwrighting #school #university #equinox #i'm so happy #gothicctherapy #family undone

[devonellington]

Fri. Sept. 23, 2022: Of Words

Fri. Sept. 23, 2022: Of Words

image couortesy of Daria Glodowksa via pixabay.com Friday, September 23, 2022 Day Before Dark Moon Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Chiron, Jupiter, Uranus, Mercury Retrograde Sunny and cool I worked on the graphic I need for the Topic Workbooks campaign, and am not satisfied with it. I promoted Episode 18 of LEGERDEMAIN. I worked to look for photos and links for both the Creative Ground profile and…

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#ANGEL HUNT #Autumn Equinox #Creative Ground #Florida Radio Theatre Project #Freelance Chat #Horace House Hauntings #Intrigue on the Aurora Nightingale #Lakes Area Theatre #Legerdemain #LIGHT BEHIND THE EYES #Molly Rideout #MURDER SEALS THE DEAL #newsletter #Pages on Stages #Pier-less Crime #Post-Meridian Players #script coverage

[ty-loves]

Spring Equinox Showcase at the SanMy Art History Museum & Theatre ft. the Ubrite Theatrical Dance Company🩰🤎

#tyloves #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 screenshots #black simmer #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #SimoneLawson #deco sims by madebycoffee

[aceofcupsbiggestfan]

Dionysia ta Megala

~ 10-17 Elaphebolion ~

Dionysia ta Megala translated to Greater Dionysia (or Dionysia ta astika/City Dionysia), was the second most important Dionysian Festival of the year.

City Dionysia celebrated the end of winter, as well as the crop harvest of the year. Nearing around the Spring Equinox, you can also celebrate as a welcoming of spring.

The festival has it origins in Eleutherea, a town north of Attica. A myth came about that when the Athenians rejected the Dionysian cult, he cast upon the men a disease on their genitals.

This lead to the Athenians hosting Dionysia ta Megala, as honoring Dionysus after their misfalling. Because of this particpants carried a large phallus across the polis durng Dionysia.

Several things were done every City Dionysia. Starting with the pompe, citizens continued with komos after.

Modern Hellenes can celebrate City Dionysia by following the pompe and the komos.

Plan your own route to walk, talking time to celebrate Dionysus by carrying a statue or a reminder of him.

Find a City Dionysia festival or group to join! Sing loudly and go out with friends to raucous parties. Have a feast, holding a space for Dionysus. Watch theatre, whether modern or ancient and sing hymns!

Traditional Offerings:

-phallus shaped objects

-oboloi

-wine

-water

-statues of Dionysus

Traditional Acts:

-party

-sing hymns

-hold a feast

-watch plays

-drink wine

-parade through the streets

-role-reversing

Khaire Dionysus! 🐆🍷🍇

#hellenic polytheism #hellenic witch #hellenism #hellenic deities #hellenic polytheistic #hellenic worship #hellenistic #theoi #helpol #dionysus #city dionysia #dionysia

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Styx albums as spongebob

(someone did this already but i'm doing some albums they didn't)

The Serpent Is Rising

Cornerstone

Equinox

The Grand Illusion

Paradise Theatre

Crystal Ball

#styxposting #styxposting just means shitposting about styx but also just posting normally about styx #styx #styx band #spongebob

[jkflesh]

New JUSTIN K BROADRICK mix

Aired November 30 on Noods Radio. Broadrick guides us through choice punk, skronk, dub, drum'n'bass and techno: LISTEN

Discharge - But After the Gig

The Stranglers - Yellowcake UF6

Danzig - Cantspeak

Equinox - Acid Rain V.I.P. (Breakage Final Chapter Mix)

Rattus - Ei Vihaa, Ei Kateutta

Mark Stewart and the Maffia - Liberty City

Fudge Tunnel - S.R.T

Scientist - Time Travel

Theatre of Hate - Original Sin

Keaton and Hive - The Plague

Captain Sensible - Glad It’s All Over

Robert Hood - Minus

Newworldaquarium - Daze

Ray Keith - Dark Soldier (Twisted Anger Remix)

#justin broadrick

[baycitystygian]

totally definitely not biased observations of what your favorite styx album says about you

styx- this is about the cover art huh. a couple bangers but like. nobody with a social life remembers those. it’s about the naked cover.

styx II- you’re probably like me where you “enjoy prog” but barely dipped your toe into it. just listening to stuff on the edge of prog without fully submerging.

serpent is rising- you probably wish JY got to sing more in their later work. me too babe me too

man of miracles- wow you’re pretentious huh. I bet you actually listen to prog

equinox- you like the general vibe of styx but not tommy. I want to study you under a microscope

crystal ball- you have excellent taste. carry on

grand illusion- basic, but at least you have taste. can’t even hate grand illusion slaps

pieces of eight- you’re basic but you think you’re pretentious. listen POE is great but don’t kid yourself. it’s in the curriculum for intro to stygianity 101

cornerstone- I bet you listen to Barry Manilow. and enjoy it.

paradise theatre- very cultured. or you’re a nostalgic boomer

kilroy was here- you’re a theater kid don’t even deny it

caught in the act- you listen to greatest hits comps exclusively

edge of the century- dennis apologist or glen burtnik stan. we love glen here no hate

brave new world- I bet you think they’re “not the same” with Gowan and “this was the last REAL styx album” and you also probably ask people to “name three songs” by a band on their t-shirt that they clearly are a fan of but also you objectively do have good taste which makes this even more annoying

cyclorama- you are so cool and so sexy and I want to be your bestie. totally not biased it’s totally not my favorite styx album noooooooooo

the big bang theory- you like other bands better

the mission- the test of a dedicated fan (not a REAL fan, we don’t gatekeep here- if you’re a fan you are a fan- but I’m talking a dedicated fan) is whether or not they listen to the newer albums of a classic band. however in styx’s case it’s not even a test the mission slaps so hard you’d be a fucking tasteless idiot to not like it. or a dennis stan.

crash of the crown- Will Evankovich stan. I love you

source: vibes alone

#I’m not sorry this is all just a cheap joke #Styx

[eranjayne]

DYT presents The Sound of Music | Tsawwassen Event Photographer

The hills are alive! With DYT's The Sound of Music, running Dec. 1 - 10 in Tsawwassen!

It’s that time of year again! Delta Youth Theatre is hard at work, putting the finishing touches on their fall production of The Sound of Music: Youth Edition. In Austria, 1938, an exuberant young governess brings music and joy back to a broken family, only to face danger and intrigue as the Nazis gain power. This beloved production is a multi-generational favourite that will feature performances…

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#Delta photographer #Delta Youth Theatre #Equinox Theatre #Ladner photographer #local theatre #musical theatre #Sound of Music: Youth Edition #South Delta photographer #The Sound of Music #theatre #Tsawwassen photographer #Vancouver photographer

[sentience-if]

Do the city have any festival or holidays?

yes absolutely. festivals go hard when you're ruled by group that loves ritual and tradition haha there's the classic seasonal celebrations- the solstices and equinoxes. these would be more like state fairs or carnivals, with street food and vendors and activities, mostly put on by the city government and civilians

the Religious have their own calendar of events. there's at least one or two holy days a month, which is when most people would be attending the theaters. these are the bigger, full performances by the priestesses where the audience can receive blessings, as opposed to the daily rituals which are really only attended by the super devout.

there are two High Holy Days a year, when anyone can attend the Divine Theatre, though the rest of the Acropolis is still off limits. the theatre district is totally decked out the week leading up to the high Holy Days in streamers and lights and pennants and flowers etc etc. there's vendors selling charms, street performers, people in costume- everything you'd expect to see at Halloween or Christmas for us. ya know. individual theaters put on special performances, though no one is competing with the divine theater day of

holy days, and ESPECIALLY high holy days are infamous for being unsafe. the crowds get riled up by the rituals/performances and there's always injuries, if not deaths. it's not a holy day without some blood

#sentience if #ask #world #hope this makes sense I wrote it on my phone will making mac n cheese

[braxiatel]

Writer’s Round-Up 2022

I made a post following this writer’s meme on New Year’s Eve last year, so I thought I would repeat it for comparison. It isn’t one you need to be tagged in to do, nor do you need to tag others if you do it.

Total Word Count:

I have published a total of 68,570 words! Compared to 2021’s 31,021 that’s 2.2x as much!

New Things This Year:

There’s three main things that come to mind.

I started writing Hermitcraft/Life series fic!

I made some new writing friends I think deserve a shoutout. First @stitchthesewords and @atherix, and more recently @sparksnevadas and @mochiwrites. I love their works and admire each of them for their craft and their style of writing, so making their acquaintance has been lovely.

Finally I have rediscovered the joy in writing. Last year is struggled so much with anxiety about writing and publishing fic, to the point that it was preventing me from writing. I think I am a lot more confident in my own ability now, and more importantly I’ve become more comfortable with my own shortcomings. All writers have room to improve, and the best way to do that is by writing. If it is too frustrating I stop, and if not I write it as well as I can and accept that my writing is best when I am enjoying the process.

Fic I spent the most time on:

Could I Be The Sky for sure. I spent about four months working on it, and I am so proud of how far I came through the process of writing it. As such I think the story gets stronger the further you read, and the third chapter + the epilogue are by far my favourites.

Favourite thing I wrote:

Hmm. See, the thing is, I like a lot of what I wrote.

Other than CIBTS, which means a lot to me for a lot of reasons, I think the answer has to be one of the Equinox AU fics. However, because they are all part of one story I struggle to pick one. Possibly the latest, In the Darkness You Reap, or maybe the one before that Harbour Me, Guide Me Home

I also really enjoyed writing "We Double as a Drama Troupe" not least for the excuse to use a little bit of the 0.5 theatre degree I earned before dropping out of university. I think it’s funny, and that I got the characters pretty spot on.

Favourite thing I read:

Oh there’s so many. Genuinely.

I read less Warcraft fanfiction now than I did last year, but I still just want to give a shoutout to that fandom for the amazingly high level of writing quality. I specifically want to list @khadgarfield’s Convergence. I love the language it uses, especially for descriptions. In fact I think of it often while writing myself.

Another favourite was @milo-hypno’s Aftershocks of Divinity. This fic… wow, this fic. I don’t think I will ever read another romance/slowburn fic and not compare it to this. The way Aftershocks of Divinity treats the subject of love, of recovery, is genuine and poetic enough that it brought my to tears even as I was reading it for the third time - and it is one of those where rereading it adds to the story.

And lastly, I would be remiss not to mention the Midnight series by @atherix. Oh Midnight. I don’t even know where to start listing all the things I love about it. Atherix, friend, you are the master of world building and foreshadowing. Midnight is fun to read because it rewards paying attention to details. Oh, and then there’s the characterisation, of course. It has that perfect mix of accurate to canon and sensible in the context of the AU it is set within. This one is a masterclass in slowburn as well, and were it a little less late I would dig out a screenshot of me messaging the group chat full of people who do not read Hermitcraft fic, letting them know that the OT3 from the fic series I keep talking about finally got together.

Writing goals for next year:

There’s projects I want to start working on and ones I want to keep working on. Equinox and Kingdom of Boatem AU are the main two, but they aren’t necessarily a goal.

I think most of all I just want to keep working towards writing being something that brings me joy and creative satisfaction. I’ve come so far in 2022, I want to keep up that good work.

-

Finally, something I couldn’t fit in anywhere else. I have to give a massive shoutout to @loombarrow for all of your help with writing through the year. Love you, friend!

#writing #there’s so many other writers and fics I wanted to mention #but this post is already long enough 😅 #hermitshipping #long post

[tendergraphite]

So Claws Out Catch My Wings Pull Their Threads Use It For Our Bedding

| Poem Composed [26/08/2022] – Poem Finalised [19/05/2023] | Timeline Began [2021] – Timeline End [2022] | - Gardens are rather liminal in nature, don't you think? You visit them, but can never stay. For that reason, they're a lot like an actors' stage: You go to one for dinner parties full of gown and cake—or dates under bouquets of bushel, with arms caressed and torsos cradled.

They are places of performance, that I can assure.

I, for one, go to such a place to ponder; Years have startled around me, you see, non the same nor the luckiest. I’d yet to become a person, long since given up on the idea of an identity. A soul is their memories—or so ones told—to whom that makes my own being I am uncertain, as before the dawns my memories are aloft; A true series of misfortunes to have their mere drafts swept into lost paper-bins, stolen by the gardens morrow.

I'd often catch myself in a murmur, too: ‘’What kind of person had I been? I can no longer recall...'' Such a question cannot meet truth, for if answered by another's memory it is destined to be unfaithful—but therein lies their peculiar value: The ability to remember, and to do so falsely, for another's hand to form anew who I’d been.

With a fraying mind such as my own, it’s alluring for another to grasp and pull—One page, now in two. It’s fragile, in all earnestness; No longer is it a question of if someone will unravel me, but of whom, and of whether I'll let them be the one to do so.

-

During my accepted absence from reality, I'd scrutinized the gardens' everchanging inhabitants. The space often used for rent, I'd seen a theatre's stage and it's actors come and go, it's fresh creaking beams quick to build and quick to depart—Each scholar's display of passion proving incoherent to the likes of myself, as they’d all proclaim art to be of life itself. But my own is such a smear—The gift of an understanding for such tales I perfectly lacked.

But the day would turn, and from my tree's shade I’d be handed a script. I must’ve been mistaken for a student, as in place of the missing, I’d sat—not that it matters now, as thus forth my role would be uttered; I was to be the Harvest withering, the Feathered Fox—My domain of hot wine and quaking minds, paws woven from thorn and bundles of restless sticks.

I'd be put centre stage, skin prickling at the rise of a directors voice, it's commanding force heaving my eroded corpse into motion: ''Open your eyes, become your role.'' A clapped hand ''Ears high!'' And I'd bounce—bushy tail a spiralling sprout, and new muzzle stretching wide into a rancid howling snarl.

Without a doubt I knew, truly—I'd become the Harvests embodiment, it's Scythe—And upon the rise of red licked ears, they'd catch the early Vernal-equinox's festival songs, and pine. Fresh as a newborn, I would leap—Septembers candle light flickering away as plums winked back into blossoms, the soils transfiguration beneath me, stopping once I entered the waters dew of Springs May.

As my thorn took quiet rest in lush brush, I'd hear Spring's melody clear as day—And upon my sappy ambers sunrise from my paws, they'd soak up the grace of welcoming arms and lips full of joyful greeting, the soft pink curving in a perfect mirror of my own as I, in that stuttering moment—Would learn Springs Lamb could grow talons. - ‘’Now gaze upon this and understand: Things will not last, petals fly away in the wind.’’

Beauty, that's what I gazed upon—The Blossoms Lamb; throat filled with early ribbons and soothing morning song; the great awakening, the beginning of all beginnings, the rebirth. Spring is no tale for faeries, it's flowers ready to kiss wind and dreams keen to bloom.

In reality, she'd been a mere theatre student; To me, a new world.

Shy as a morning daisy, I'd admonish my delight for their melody—The Lambs retort a chirping giggle as they'd beckon me to follow in their step to the rose-bud. The garden lush with pink, its brim an overfilled glass spilling outward that we'd gather, the petals tickling our barely parted palms as we placed them within cherry-wood boxes, and filled the inside with kissed lashes.

In a hush under the honey-dew, I’d murmur that their voice reminded me of the blush of the rose, of the milky smooth skin, and the smell of sweet balm. She’d beam lightly how I smelled of blackberry, of wet moss covering tired stones.

I’d whisper of dreams, quietly daring the world to snatch my very word away—And speak of green thumbs and a home with them: ‘’It will have tinted windows, and we’ll drink fruit tea in our tomorrows.’’ Our promise. ''A backgarden, too! Askew with my dedication to you.'' A mischievous grin. ‘’We’ll be happy, always and forever!'’ I'd so sure, proclaim.

The tranquillity would be broken when a brazen voice boomed from backstage, where weeds grew untamed. ''Isn't Spring too sweet? Tacky like taffy.'' A lesser role, too loud yet for a fellow student. ''Dreams fancy is nothing but folly!'' I'd wonder why they couldn't just be quiet, and I'd cover my ear; that'll show them, that'll make them flounder away—I'd so foolishly assure my beating drum.

But Spring, ever so fleeting, would flash us by. Soon I'd be reminded: The ripest of fruits are always the first to spoil. - My brittle Autumn had leaped upon us, its howling winds beginning to creep, rippling flower beds whom were unable to handle such a harsh hand—Their lid's sagging, heavy as they’d soon wilt—With them, our bond.

Crumpled leaves would settle within Springs windpipe, leaving them speechless—She couldn’t see how my Autumn was inevitable, couldn’t conceive how rot made way for trees to grow anew.

The garden would become an endless waste, still our stage despite the disrepair as it continued on with its reluctant show. I'd reach for their peach soft hands, searching for their kindness as I’d try to alight my own dance to share—Only to discover my touch to bruise their skin like dropped apples, and smear like smudged dust from a butterflies wing.

Their heels would prance away at such a grief as they’d twirl in scarlet, beginning their very own dance I did not recognise—One of backhanded touches; One I could not join off my feathers being plucked—One two three, spinning around me—Two three four.

One by one, only small little things at first: The birds wouldn’t be allowed to make their grand journey, instead pinned to branches and forced to sing their beloved songs threw rust until no longer could they soar; And those lovely rosy cheeks, I ever yet still adored—Would pinch into a smile, fastened to high not to be a grimace: ‘’Truly’’ They’d mumble. ‘’There isn’t a sign of a thing amiss.’’ But as fingertips glanced my plume, flesh soon became noticeable—But as my frustration showed, it’d only worsen; Still, as I wept, the pricks continued on, ceaseless.

''Taloned feet against marble, a quickened pace!''

No sign of an end, no sign of an inclusion—We both knew Spring couldn’t thrive within My Fall, and knew of our choices: To sleep, or too wilt away.

My voice gruff as dried bark, I'd demand a conclusion; Springs response a clawful grip of my feather before a rough yank: She'd call the salmon pink ugly, I'd snap how I would be happy to have feathers at all.

Like a child, Spring would cry. ‘’But why! Oh why can't you just let it go?’’ Tears fat as they'd whimpered ‘’Why won’t you let us be happy!’’ At the question, I’d glare at the thorn bushes that wrapped around my scraped feet. I'd nip at my tongue, refusing to make an allowance as I turned my back: I couldn’t allow them to become comfortable in such a morbid contortion, a mockery even, of fragility.

As we parted ways, devastation would rake me frozen. I'd never gotten close enough to dance with their beginnings, and she'd never embraced my endings: I'd wail for relief from reality, my fallen fathers alighting with flame at my bare feet. Slowly the dried rotting trees whose branches and leaves had never been allowed to fall, caught. - I'd left them under my pillow case in a box, our petals—They've oranged with age, now. Yet still, they smelled the same; Even if they but an echo, in current day I pull them out and let them fly like sand between my fingers, and wonder: Is there a matching box under their pillowcase, too? Or had they put them in a drawer of forgotten things—Perhaps they left it hidden within their heart, where the thoughts that tormented them so slumbered.

I never really did know how they truly felt of the end.

I’ve always known my love to be deformed, like the very blackberry brambles that seem to sprout between my toes and wrap around my thighs—Until no one else can hold me without being pricked. But it hadn't been a delicate glass; Mayhaps they'd believed my love to be like their own, feeble. I realize now, that maybe I just never understood them.

And I'd never get the chance to know them again, a forest I had not burned down. Oh no, I'd burnt down our very stage and the garden that housed it, I'd put in ruin our very performance—I, all that remained in the charred remains.

Even if they'd survived, that audience and the story's actors—Our Spring would never come back, someone would take its place always—A new face I would be guaranteed to hate, because it would not be them; I could never be reformed the same in another's hand, I could never be Fall again; Thus, I shall forever morn my own ending.

#I've decided to stop being indesisive this blog indeed will double as a poetry blog #I will not go back on this decision #I promise #cough #really I mean it this time #poetry #poem #original poetry #poets of tumblr #stanzas

[sifasdt]

SIFAS Daily Theatre Classic: 2020-03-20

(Transcription after the break.)

[Image transcription:]

SIFAS Daily Theatre for 2020-03-20

Vernal Equinox Day

Emma: Shizuku-chan, today is the "Vernal Equinox Day" holiday right? What do you do today? Shizuku: Vernal Equinox Day.... Generally speaking, something like visiting graves? I think a lot of people use this day to greet their ancestors Emma: I see. There are a lot of "Public Holiday" in Japan huh Shizuku: What holidays are there in Swiss? Emma: Hmm.... There are a lot of holidays related to Christianity in Swiss Shizuku: Aah! Speaking of which, Easter is in Spring too right Emma: That's right. Does Japan celebrate Easter? Shizuku: Umm.... Rather than celebrating it.... There may be more people going "It's the day to celebrate 'Easter' , I don't really get it, but let's do plenty of fun things" Emma: It's fun to paint on eggs right. Because of this conversation, I kind of want to paint something Shizuku: Ah, if that's the case,just now Kasumi-san and Rina-san said that they're developing a new Rina-chan board, should we join them? Emma: Waah, that sounds nice! Let's join them~ ♪

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#love live #sifas #sifas daily theatre #emma verde #shizuku osaka

[momolady]

equinox, full moon, apparition, and thrill?

equinox— what do you want written on your gravestone? why? (wrong answers only)

I wanna be like that one lady and have a recipe for really good brownies or something on it. Or maybe even “she died doing what she loved: dying” dunno think Either would get people talking.

Full moon- what is your favorite candy? why?

Reese’s pieces, but ONLY when I’m at the theatre. Don’t ask me why. That’s all that I want when I’m in a theatre watching a movie.

Answered the other two!

[escapedartgeek]

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

Equinox - Pharoah Sanders

Spaceships - Tank and the Bangas

Cosmic Journey - Solange ft Bilal

Ascension - Gorillaz ft Vince Staples

Peaceland- Nujabes

Earth's Creation - Stevie Wonder

Damaged Goods - Gang of Four

Aftermath - the Comet is Coming

Rip it Up - Orange Juice

Tek It (I Watch the Moon)- Cafune

Groove is in the Heart - Dee-Lite

Easter Theatre - XTC

Electric Candyman - Flying Lotus

KTA - Fusilier

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