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Composure – Sunday Photo Fiction

Composure In a universe strikingly similar to our own, but different… “Of course we’ll win, mummy,” said sixteen-year old Princess Elizabeth. “You always win.” The ribbons in her hair bobbed as she spoke. She sat for tea with her mother, … Continue reading

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