The next morning, when the Circus has disappeared with the morning mists, it leaves no traces in the
The next morning, when the Circus has disappeared with the morning mists, it leaves no traces in the snow - no marks from tent-stakes, no ticket stubs, no confetti or bonfire ashes, no swishing marks from the heavy gates. But curiously, there are always swirling paths of footprints in the morning snow that mysteriously always match the winding lines of the pathways… -- source link
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