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Tell me a story, she asked. Inquisitive, just like her mother. Open that door and that'll get you to your storyland. Behind which lie stories never heard and rarely told. And there is where you can weave magic with words and watch them come into reality. She's been searching for that door ever since.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Door.
Tell me a story, she asked. Inquisitive, just like her mother. Open that door and that'll get you to your storyland. Behind which lie stories never heard and rarely told. And there is where you can weave magic with words and watch them come into reality. She's been searching for that door ever since.
megha-balooni
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
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