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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 clear and sweet as a summer breeze.  The girl lived with a boy in a peaceful and verdant garden, and the boy was tall and strong as stone, and his voice was as smooth and soft and cool as rain.  But the boy was lonely, for he kept a dangerous secret, and was afraid to share it.  So the boy put his secret in the center of their garden, and built thick walls around it, and never spoke of where it lay, though of the garden’s countless wonders that place was the most wondrous of all.

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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 with a boy, and they spent many hours together wandering the garden’s close and quiet paths, and making love amid its marvels.  The boy was tall and strong as stone, and his voice was as smooth and soft and clear as rain, and the two of them shared a secret.

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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!