The Mushroom Village
breathing dreams like air… (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
Once upon a time I made a friend. She, as all friends should be, was kind, sweet and supportive....
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breathing dreams like air… (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
Once upon a time I made a friend. She, as all friends should be, was kind, sweet and supportive. She loved the work I did and because of that introduced me to her family. One day, when the flowers were still blooming and the summer sun graced the world with its sizzling warmth, my friend’s family came to visit. It wasn’t their first visit. We had created art before. But oh what a grand time we had! Upstairs, downstairs, run, run, run. Try on dresses, pick out crowns. Laugh. Refuse to take pictures and then decide that it was what you wanted all along. It was chaos, it was beautiful, it was life. And in the end… even though they had to be photographed separately, they found each other living happily ever after in the magical village of the mushrooms.
The End.
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Once upon a time I made a friend. She, as all friends should be, was kind, sweet and supportive. She loved the work I did and because of that introduced me to her family. One day, when the flowers were still blooming and the summer sun graced the world with its sizzling warmth, my friend’s family came to visit. It wasn’t their first visit. We had created art before. But oh what a grand time we had! Upstairs, downstairs, run, run, run. Try on dresses, pick out crowns. Laugh. Refuse to take pictures and then decide that it was what you wanted all along. It was chaos, it was beautiful, it was life. And in the end… even though they had to be photographed separately, they found each other living happily ever after in the magical village of the mushrooms.
The End.
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