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Welcomed by the scents of sun-warmed cotton sweet and fresh-baked pretzels, Aria beheld the pinnacle of her childhood dream - a carousel that spun like a kaleidoscope of memories long forgotten, memories of a time when the world had actually not yet cornered her into the life she now led. The merry-go-round served not just as a countenance of innocent pleasure however as a metaphor for how life's weaves might come up with unanticipated beauty and camaraderie.

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