| TEXT & PHOTOS BY JOEL VOYEUR |
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I wasn’t sure if I should approach him, he seemed enamored with his search for the perfect place. |
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| Normally, I am not as shy as I was that day but there was something about his jacket that made me want to stay back and observe him. He didn’t even notice me until I gracefully stepped out to introduce myself. |
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| Mr. Felix did not run away to join the circus, he was born into it. Eventually his mother retired and he became the ringmaster. |
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| It was an exciting story. I could imagine him in the center of the ring tall and proud announcing the next act. With a crack of his bullwhip the show would begin. Millions of people must have shaken his hand and he must have witnessed a million colossal things. |
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