I walk through the forest and write a fairytale in my mind. I don't set her to the page. I pick her up where I left her off and try not to forget bits and pieces in the time in between. I don't think of her in the meantime. Fairy tales must be spoken before they are written. I want to write another novel.
Wednesday, 5 November 2025
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