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The stage has not been decided on the location, date and time.Ā Ā With the captain ās quirky judgment, the curtain will open on a stern night.
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Dancing in a windy style and drifting around the city, a boy sells tickets.
Only people who have sadness and loneliness seem to be able to see the appearance of a boy who sells tickets, and everyone gets a ticket in search of a rich time only overnight.
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The circus is unfolded with the nostalgic sound of cello and accordion.ćAnd it will heal peopleās minds who wonder.
The curtain goes down, and as it goes towards the way home, Everyone had a warm afterglow like a light in my heart.
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While staying in a certain forest, A young man in charge of cello playing repeatedly practiced cello in the forest, looking at the time when his friends had gone to bed.
The tone was beautiful, full of nostalgia.
Every night there was something that was watching the situation from the shade. It was a deer girl Sally living in this forest.
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Attracted by the warm air of youth and the beautiful cello tone, The deer girl changed her appearance to human beings, brought in friendās white birds, and approached the young man.
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Sally leaves his living in a lonely forest and spends happy days at the circus team.
Sally learned for the first time whether it is such a fun thing to make our hearts communicate with our colleagues.
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My best friend was a bear Domingo, running together, playing in the mountain, playing in the lake, lying down on a wide prairie and talking about a dream. We always laughed at it.
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On the day the ticket was sold well, I stayed at a hotel with comfortable beds and sheets.
On such a day they took a room on the top floor with a nice view and enjoyed the lively street lights and the bustle.
After enjoying the view from the window, while playing quiet music, the young man read the story to the girl. Itās story about the goddess who sleeps in the big lake of the forest. The goddess will fulfill if it is a pure wishes from the heart.
Eventually the girls became sleepy, they fell asleep in a dim light.Music like a lullaby streamed for a while and stopped with deep sleep.
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While continuing a pleasant journey with circus group friends, Sometimes Sally lost her nostalgia, living in the forest where she was born and raised.
It was living in the forest where loneliness is often dangerous, There was freedom not bound by anyone.
Quiet nights, occasionally trying to see the stars and going out, in the wind from the birth and raised forest, she felt the intention of trying to recall her.
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Several years have passed, Sally was no longer an innocent girl. She became thoughtful, continued her journey with fear of the future.
And as growing to adult women, The wild instinct that was asleep started to wake up, she gradually turns into a figure of a deer.
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Pinocchio who got into the circus group from the middle of the trip,Ā longed for Sally as his sister.Ā Because he wanted to get caught, made fun of Sally heard her ears on head.
Sally was angry about that, but herĀ feeling was relieved a little in the words of Pinocchioās young joke.
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Enjoying dancing to the birds singing, and she tried to inscribe the tone of the cello full of nostalgia.
Everyday when such modest happiness fills the heart, only bear Domingo felt that parting with her was close.
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Bright night where the moon shines golden color, Sally was not able to go to sleep easily.
She chewed up with the voices of the owl from far away, and opened the window and tried to touch the outside air, she wanted to calm down the undulating feeling.
At that time, look at herrself reflected on the window glass, she declared thatĀ returned to the appearance of a deer.
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While owls from the forest watching from afar, Sally left the circus hut.
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On the way to the forest where she was born and raised, a big lake appeared in front.
Sally recalls the story of āThe Goddess Sleeping in the Lakeā that a young man who played cello talked to her often and heard.
She asked the goddess, please let this letter reach him.
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Next morning, bear Domingo said good-bye with Sally, and he unleashed the white birds Sally left behind to the sky.
The birds swirled over the circus cabin for a while as if spoiled, and they left for a long distance.
Domingo was gazing at the flow of clouds all the time, it seemed to be covered in the sky blue.
It was about the season when dandelion flowers are in full bloom.
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