Lake Lewisia #134

[scrubjayspeaks]

Like cities of mushrooms rising quick after a rain, the fairground filled with booths and rides in the night. Swarms of workers hoisted rigging and signs and great metal frameworks, their feet scuffing through the chalked sigils for safety on the blacktop. By daylight, the grounds churned with neon lights and the eerie soundtrack of calliope music and staff putting on final touches, all weaving amongst booths hungry for visitors.

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LL#134