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    <p>
      Hi. I made this play for you; it’s a question to keep us alive together. Is all intimacy about bodies? What happens when our bodies distance intimacy from us?
      <br>
      Backplaces is a web-based play. A short anthology of poems and stories about vulnerability, intimacy, and the internet. It explores the internet as a place for holding big feelings and intimacy when it is unbearable. As an homage to those who have have been vulnerable with me I created "backplaces". They are tender online spaces for relief and acknowledgement of societal pain.
      Some of these stories may evoke memories of pain. As you sit in the audience, know I am with you. If it feels overwhelming, you can step out, take a break, or leave. This isn't choreographed, and I care for you.
      <br>
      I hope you see what I saw in these stories. Sweet dreams now, and I'll talk to you soon.
      <br>
      love, Ada
      <br><br>
      p.s.<br>
      If you see yourself, what you have told me or posted online reflected too closely for comfort do not hesitate to reach out to me at 0backplaces@gmail.com
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