The leaves swirl and fall around her, this is what you call magical. With her head in the clouds and her hands in bread dough, will she ever get her fantasy? She knows the evil grip of reality has a tight hold over her. But as she wanders, is she really lost? Or has Once upon a time started the story? As she is thrown in many different directions, is there someone to stop this? Is there a knight in shinning armour or a prince to dance? It was if anything was possible in the woods. These woods were a place of dreams, of fears and of fantasy. It was a place where reality met fantasy. As if all of the world was painted over. But wishes didn't come true this was reality and not a fairytale.
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