Disappearing act

January 6, 2013

When I was a child I believed in magic. And for good reason. My father was a travelling showman specialising in masterful illusion. His grand finale was to disappear from the stage, reappearing from behind the audience in a puff of smoke. One day he disappeared, and never came back.

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