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  					Twilight in the old school hall in Vermont Street, Ponsonby, Auckland. From high in the rafters Alice fell in sweet slow motion down the rabbit hole, lowering herself balletically down her rope and pondering her fate. Softly. A cat-like drop to the floor, half a moment of beguiled hush, then: pandemonium. Bursting from hiding with shrieks and howls, wild creatures made hectic chaos, then vanished. With this theatrical exclamation mark, our journey through Wonderland had begun. Curiously, one Alice succeeded another Alice along the way. Female Alices, male Alices. Child Alices. Puppet Alices. A bearded Alice. … One Alice so manic, so tense and twitchy, so stark staring mad, that her encounter with the hollering Duchess, china crashing and babies waiing in the antechamber at one end of the hall, was at once hilarious and nightmarish. An oriental Caterpillar composed of a dozen bodies or so, all in matching kimonos, bubbling like a hookah and grimacing in unison. | 
				
			
			
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