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Truly my favourite time of the day. The dimming lights, stragglers making their way to the exit.

The after glow shimmering on dusk, always stirred my soul. A world shutting down, yet echos of the day lingering.

This is where the magic happens. Where it’s always happened. It’s all I’ve ever known, born to it.

I’ve played many a role over the years, seen many a miracle and many a tragedy. There’s a charm to this life, not shared outside the fold. I wouldn’t quite call it a cult, but definitely a clique, a faith even. You either fit or you don’t, simple.

I myself never desired any other life, found my sanctuary amongst the vagabonds and misfits. Some called us Gypsies, to me there could be no greater compliment. A life lived amongst the wanderers, makes for a spirit of colourful fragments, a kaleidoscope, a patchwork of wanderlust, a life truly lived.