Tree of sorrows

There was once a little girl who spent her days in her room. The little girl had sickly lungs, and her body couldn't move about too much without becoming tired. When this happened, she had to sleep. She slept more than most people her age. The girl didn't mind, however. She had a lovely room,... Continue Reading →

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