23 September 2012
There once was a young girl whose voice held the power to lift words from the paper. Whatever phrases were released from her lips were twirled in the air and vaporized in front of her as whatever that word was. Her words swirled like silver mist in the air until they were changed into something real.
This young girl was very quiet. She kept to herself and relied on the friendship of her stories and endless books as opposed to friends. She spent all of her time reading. She met Dorothy. Alice. Peter.
Anything she read became reality.
Anything at all.
Opuss № I