The sky was dark and scarred with clouds. She held on tightly to the strings of the brightly colored balloons as she floated high into the sky. The gypsy said this was the only way home. She did not have a choice but to believe that drifting high into the night sky would take her back to where she belonged. This place had been fun for a while but living the Circus everyday was more than she could handle. The air changed. She felt solid ground and saw that the balloons were nothing but chalk drawings on a paved street.
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