A Story
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a little girl. At bedtime, she always read her story books.
As the years went by, the sunshine of wonderful people and animals nurtured her. Growing-green challenges and red-fired adventures added interest to her life. There were dark purple times, too, sad and difficult. This life was like stained glass, and reading was the lead between the pieces.
When she was old, she started to write a story a stained-glass window made from the rich, bright, dramatic colours of her life. Books she read were the lead between the panes. Once upon a time.
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