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The outdoor thermometer reads impossible numbers, the red hand too far to the right. Women walk in slow motion, their voices low and languid, and when someone drops a folding chair, it falls in a parallel universe where time is just a blur. Cicadas, the only males at the festival, scream and holler for a female, any goddamn female, all they really require is that she isn’t dead, to come check out their bachelor pad and consider their proposal…Sage Tyrtle
Just in time for the week of International Women’s Day, our latest Podcast is the funny and life-affirming “Midwest Wimmin’s Festival 1987”, beautifully read by Sage Tyrtle.
Did you like this podcast? Listen to “Life in the Dressing Room of the Theatre” by Elinora Westfall, next.
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