I live in a fairytale. In a world where make-believe comes true. There are mirrors on the wall that see past your face and into the very depths of your soul. There is no hiding here, not from your deepest desires, your secrets or your past. There are witches who soar from their tiny balconies on broomsticks made from branches of rowan picked under a full moon. There are dragons on the roof and unicorns in the garden. Fairies who laugh like tiny tinkling bells who keep me up at night. And there is me. This is my home too.
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