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The Wishing Well
Wandering through the sprawling palace gardens, I absentmindedly twirled a daisy between my fingers. It was a Sunday, which meant I was free from royal duties until the evening.
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Trapped in Winter (or, Be Careful What You Wish For)
I gaze out the window, watching the rivulets of water trickle down like tears. Reaching forward, I touch my fingertips to the glass pane, then quickly retreat from its cold, unyielding resolve.
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Loves
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Real
*trigger warning: dysphoria
A short memoir on finding your truth