



Descendant of Alice Liddell
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View profileQuem tem sonhos, se vai muito cedo. Quem quer morrer, vive uma longa vida. Os amantes não ficam juntos; mas também não seguem em frente. Que...
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It's amazing how much an imaginative skill can get lost over time. I found this tale among drafts of my old blogs, never finished projects. I didn't remember writing every pearl, both original and fan material. I was between thirteen and fifteen years old. The surprise I felt, added to the pulverized memories, is priceless. I was so proud of the writer I was when I was younger that I wanted to embrace this kid version of myself. This short story in particular was part of a much longer fantasy story, full of references to my namesake, Lewis Caroll's protagonist. Hope you like it.
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Technical Details & Updates
First Published
7 de março de 2017
Last Updated
7 de março de 2017
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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