a long windbag day under the big top and now for some downtime. respite in the virtual arena. peeking between the curtains to see if the stage is still empty. It is. the volunteer never returned from wherever it was they disappeared to. the audience filed out a few hours ago, the magician is on the first train to the next town with all the other clowns. smoke puffs chimney coal and box trucks kidney-shiver. the night sounds make it clear that the circus has left town. the volunteer will unlikely reappear.
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