Friday, June 21, 2013

Years ago, Dimes was a masterful ring master. He tamed the lions, wooed the crowed and kept the circus alive. Dimes could not imagine a better life. This was the way it was until one ominous day a darkness rolled in. With it came a harrowing wind and a cold that could freeze the most frigid of souls. Torrents and swirls and crushing waves of dust, the circus was torn apart and all its pieces, separated. No one knew what to do or where to go, so they just went. Dimes being the saddest, went his own way, swearing to rid himself of any memory of the circus. Daphne found him one day on a walk to the field where she let Donald graze. Since then, they have been three and now the day has come to go back to the place where Dimes had left his heart. Today, they will go visit the circus graveyard.



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