Glittering neon gears competed with the brilliant sky.
And while we weren't quite lost in the funhouse...
...we were quite lost in the mirror maze.We had corn dogs and funnel cake, and bought a space hopper for the youngin. And then at last we walked back, through the dark streets, past the silent school and the glowing lamps and the dry leaves skidding along the pavement.
And with that we mark another ritual of the turning of the year.
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