once upon a time there was a little girl who would believe in fairy-tales. she used to walk the road leaving green pebbles behind, to make sure she was going to be found. unlike hansel & gretel, she wasn't going to walk back, but forward only. the past ceased to exist every step she made.
then, one brilliantly sad summer, fairy-tales played upon her, and she stopped believing in their tricks. all went pinkish dark, the road narrowed and she would stumble and cry at every branch that scratched her skin. she let herself fall down on her knees, her head hit the floor and everything ceased breathing. she died for a second before she heard the baby's voice and looked up. the merriest look told her the secret in a hurry. she stood up and calmness took her in. there was no more time left to grieve
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