In the early hours of the morning the clocks changed. Father time blessed us with one more spin on the dance-floor, one extra wink of slumber, one stolen hour to do with as we please. I joined the circus and traveled through Siberia with an aerialiste extraordinaire, and entourage of clowns and a band of dancing tigers. Luckily, there was still time for a nap afterwards.
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