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Scene 3 Awakening<br />
(<strong>Aurora</strong>s, Aunt <strong>Leigh</strong>)<br />
<strong>Aurora</strong> turns on lights. Pools of orange inc<strong>and</strong>escence lie<br />
like isl<strong>and</strong>s softly on the floor in a sea of darkness. <strong>Aurora</strong><br />
moves around her studio. There are piles of books <strong>and</strong><br />
plants scattered about. A rug. A tattered couch. A typical<br />
writer's garret. Through the window we see the London<br />
skyline under moon <strong>and</strong> stars. A streetlight shines at an<br />
angle through the window.<br />
AURORA<br />
I awoke more slowly than I tell it now. But at last I opened wide the window of my soul.<br />
I let the air penetrate, regenerate what I was.<br />
YOUNG AURORA<br />
Oh life, how often we throw it off <strong>and</strong> say, Enough! Enough of life. We must break with<br />
life. Here we are wronged. Here we are maimed, spoiled for aspiration. Farewell, life.<br />
Then life calls to us in some transformed, apocalyptic voice above us or below us or<br />
around. Perhaps we name it nature's voice. Or love's.<br />
AURORA<br />
Tricking ourselves because we are more ashamed to own our compensations than our<br />
griefs.<br />
YOUNG AURORA<br />
Still, life's voice. We make our peace with life.<br />
AURORA<br />
And I, so young then, was not sullen.<br />
YOUNG AURORA<br />
I used to get up early just to sit <strong>and</strong> watch the morning quicken, hear the silence open like<br />
a flower. I read books.<br />
Bad <strong>and</strong> good.<br />
AURORA<br />
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