Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl had her head in the clouds, her feet off the ground, and an imagination ten sizes too big.

She dreamed pretty dreams and loved to read, and in these she made her escape. She went fantastic places, magical lands and different worlds, and dreamed that someday she could really visit them, and be with the friends she had made there. When she grew up she wanted to be everything, a mermaid, a fairy, a witch, a superhero, a soul mate.

But dreams cannot last forever, and innocence dies with a heart-wrenching ease.

So she grew up, and dreamed pretty dreams. But soon reality dulled the picture. And she knew her imagination was too big, and her dreams were impossible. And as much as her books told her dreams could come true, life spoke of other things. And she was heart broken.

She liked life, don't be mistaken. She was very happy. She had her best friends and her family and pretty white house with the big gardens and wrap around porch. Yet the loss of her fantastic dreams saddened her. But what could be done? So she lived her good life, and when it got hard, she escaped to her books, where she could lose herself and find comfort.

But then, one day, she discovered the solution. She could live her life and she could live her dreams. She could create her own worlds, her own characters, her own endings. She could use the imagination that was too big for her. She could be a hero, a lover, anything she desired. She could create her own life, her own wonderful story and still have the reality she held so dear.

She could write.

So she does.

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