The circus had left town :(
I wandered around the empty park, chewing on the peppercorns from the tree and wondering if it had all been a dream.
I stood at the end of Rundle Street and was forced to remember that I live in a city, not a wonderland.
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This year, when the Fringe leaves, the circus DOESN'T leave town. O no no no!
THIS year, the circus stays RIGHT HERE!
THIS year... the circus keeps spinning around my head, tumbling down into my life as I keep rolling along and throwing things at it.
THIS year, when the Garden disappears like a tardis, me and my freaky friends will sit in the electric air and have a tea party, we might even dream up some cupcakes.
When I stand at the end of Rundle Street, I will look around me and think to myself... this city is a playground, and it is SO full of things to do.
Now hop to it Anya!
