I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.

The circus arrives without warning.

And now, I'm a best selling author, a different sort of fairy tale that I still sometimes wonder when I'll wake up from.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.