Once upon a time, O Best Beloved, in a little house on the edge of town, there was a little girl who lived in a world of books. In her mind, she wandered the Hundred Acre Wood, tripped up the Swiss mountainside with one Peter, then flew off nightly with another, to Never Never Land. She happily recited verses without meaning and poured over every illustration.
PS from Heidi.... I see that the "dearer" the possession, the tighter the drawing. If I don't care as much about an object, I can draw it loosely and freely.
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