People line up outside, waiting for a dreamscape. The music starts, a girl is hanging from a rope, everybody’s looking up…age fades away.
“And the seasons, they go round and round. And the painted ponies go up and down. We’re
captive on a carousel of time. We can’ t return, we can only look behind from where we came.
And go round and round and round in the circle game.” Joni Mitchell, “The circle game”
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