excerpt from an email:
"...The one with the wrought iron spiderweb gate and the fountain and the glass windows in the wood fence? I dream about that place, or someplace very similar to it. I dream of one day living in such a place, and seeing the faces of curious children peeping through, and perhaps one day I will open the gate and let one in and roast it...oh, wait, that's not how fairy tales go, do they? Wait, that IS how fairy tales go. I'll have to get a cauldron, just in case."
yes. we are so frighteningly similar at times.
i [heart] you nammikins!
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