relativeperspective

I’m pretty sure that’s how most stories begin…
Let’s make one up.

Once upon a time there was a girl, lost in her imagination. She thought herself a princess: in a land of unicorns, bright colors and everything else little girls imagine.
Then she grew up and forgot all of it.
The End.

I like that story. Pointless, effortless, all the vices in writing rolled in one.
Seriously, I just can’t think of anything meaningful to say.

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