The circus tent looked yellow in the evening light. Myra Jean took as many photos as she could before the sun faded, wishing she had some of that new three-strip color film. The editor’s assignment was a challenge. Myra Jean found the noise, crowds, and smells distasteful and wasn’t looking forward to going inside. This circus was more attractive than most, with freshly-painted signs and minimal road grime. The calliope’s blare was echoed by brass horns inside the tent, and a man in a top hat gestured wildly at the door flap. Taking a deep breath, Myra Jean entered.
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Great scene you set up Denise. I can feel the character becoming enchanted despite her reluctance to.
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Thank you!
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Now I want to go to the circus.
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Me too, but I want to go to the 1932 circus!
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