The Clown (with Post Scriptum)

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There was party down in the village.
Clouds of confetti rose in flight. Hundreds of multicolored and cheerful balloons swirled up in the sky.
Oh, yes yes yes yes: there were whites, yellows, oranges…
It looked like a rainbow.
From time to time the voice of the trumpet was heard awakening, someone played it, perhaps hidden behind the large wooden boxes, full of confetti.
Oh, yes, how many confetti, how many confetti! They took in…



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Dreamer, Speaker, Doer — Writer of erotic short stories.