Once upon a time, there was a little, very young boy. This boy didn’t know who his mother was, or who his father was. In fact, this little boy didn’t know a lot of things - why, he didn’t even know the words for mother and father! Perhaps, if this little boy had been left alone, all by himself in the clearing full of light and twisted, gnarled tree
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However, when I was out and about today I had an idea for something involving France and England and probably Canada which isn't so much /based/ on Sleeping Beauty as references it, and takes place in a much smaller historical timeframe, so I might keep writing vaguely fairytale-flavoured pieces, who knows?
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