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Not one trouper builds a circus alone.

(I could go into detail about the intricacies

of setting up and breaking down a circus

but now is not the time or place for that.)

When a clown throws a pie

he doesn’t expect the trapeze artist to clean it up,

but she helps out anyway, knowing

that he believed in her, marveled at each step

while she danced on air, inhaling her courage from below.

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