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The crowd parts in front of me And I wonder, What’s going on? I hear a child calling out, “Mommy, look! They’re clowns, with very, very, very, very long legs!” The child points a finger and I look in the pointed direction. Two people in brightly coloured costumes make their way through the crowd. Their long legs created by stilts and their arms also extended, both covered in extra-long cloth. The crowd is enchanted by their bright appearance, their long sleeves moving elaborately.
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Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
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The crowd parts in front of me And I wonder, What’s going on? I hear a child calling out, “Mommy, look! They’re clowns, with very, very, very, very long legs!” The child points a finger and I look in the pointed direction. Two people in brightly coloured costumes make their way through the crowd. Their long legs created by stilts and their arms also extended, both covered in extra-long cloth. The crowd is enchanted by their bright appearance, their long sleeves moving elaborately.
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Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
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