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Once upon a time, there lived a young and beautiful girl. Her hair was red as fire, and her laugh was as bright and sweet as a summer breeze. The girl lived in a warm and verdant garden, and she wanted for neither food nor pleasure. But the girl was lonely, for she kept a precious secret, and there was no one in her garden to share it with.
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Continuing this week’s themes of nostalgia and perfectionism, I’ve been digging through some of the short stories I’ve got on my super old and embarrassing cool and professional DeviantArt page, which I am unfortunately unable to link to here for, uh, technical reasons. One of them was a very early version of a story I’ve revisited and revised so many times since that I almost consider it “finished”–a rarity for me. I’ll be posting it in parts. Enjoy!
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In Search of Secrets 