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Wendy. Peter Pan, or something like it. I had a lovely childhood, and at least one small part of it is thanks to J.M. Barrie. PG, or not. No bad language.
She remembers that walking in the air over the island was like walking on a map come to life; all the nooks and crannies caught at odds with pencil and pen; and that she traced lines of latitude in the air with her bare feet. It makes her shiver in her slippers.
( Wendy )
She remembers that walking in the air over the island was like walking on a map come to life; all the nooks and crannies caught at odds with pencil and pen; and that she traced lines of latitude in the air with her bare feet. It makes her shiver in her slippers.
( Wendy )
