The house is dark and most of the set has been struck.
Despite a sweep and pick-up crew, a few programs still hide under seats.
The Greenroom needs a good mopping, but it's pretty much unscathed.
A yo-yo and a pair of pigs' ears have escaped notice in the wings.
Soon the last vestiges of this show will disappear, but the sound of laughter, the butterflies that attack as we wait to go on, and the sea of upturned faces that illuminate a darkened house -- these will be with us always.
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