Seven hundred years was a long time.
She had seen families grow up, old, and apart. She'd had her own family torn apart. She had seen countries rise and fall. When it was time, she had left her native France, left her garden and the memories of her mother, to journey to the "New World" she had heard so many rumors about. There, she'd watched colonies grow, come together to form a nation. She had watched as people who were there long before she and hers had arrived were run out of their homes. She had walked with the leaders of the Natives and aided them in burying their dead. When all the Natives were gone, she had moved once again, this tim
Jack, Jack, head in a sack... My best friend from my theatre company and I had a sleepover... we watched this at 1am, eating red popcorn and cake in a mug. Best time of my life xD
nah, unfortunately But I enjoyed it greatly! It was definitely one of the most technical shows we've ever done in almost every sense of the word! hahahaha