A band of friends, a troupe of clowns, life is grand when we roam the town. Look, up high! A miracle! A sight never seen before. True novelty of form, the chosen one. The birth of the new caught in a single frame. But little did we know, this is where all of the crew came from. For all of them once were the unknown, now manifest to known. And just like the bus stop itself: a container for the endless stream of the new. All praise the source point from where all the dream comes from.
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