"The Death Of The Clown"
The scent of sawdust still hangs in the air, mixed with a heavy, unusual silence: the coffin arrives, slowly, rocked by the discreet steps of a few pallbearers. The lined-up clowns wait, their makeup faded by tears. One, two steps back... And everyone steps aside, as if clearing the ring for a final number. The dark wood of the coffin moves forward to the center, gently, as if looking for its place. No laughter this time, no applause. Only the timid rustling of a handkerchief, stained with bright colors. The clown is gone. 
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