And Before He Can Tell Her To

I Have Absurdly Vivid Dreams.

The Circus Arrives Without Warning. No Announcements Precede It. It Is Simply There, When Yesterday It Was Not.

Is It Not That Bad To Be Trapped Somewhere, Then? Depending On Where You're Trapped?" "i Suppose It Depends On How Much You Like The Place You're Trapped In," Widget Says. "and How Much You Like Whoever You're Stuck There With," Poppet Adds, Kicking His Black Boot With Her White One.

There Is So Much That Glows In The Circus, From Flames To Lanterns To Stars. I Have Heard The Expression “trick Of The Light” Applied To Sights Within Le Cirque Des Reves So Frequently That I Sometimes Suspect The Entirety Of The Circus Is Itself A Complex Illusion Of Illumination” .

And There Are Never Really Endings, Happy Or Otherwise. Things Keep Going On, They Overlap And Blur, Your Story Is Part Of Your Sister's Story Is Part Of Many Other Stories, And There Is No Telling Where Any Of Them May Lead.