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A little one, cradling her book of dreams and faraway place, began to speak to the Moon. Her soft voice, like a whisper carried on starlight. Asking the Moon to lift her up -up to a world she had never touched. A whole new world stitched from stories and fairies.
Would the Moon grant her wish?
Or is it just another dream, blooming quietly beneath the comfort of her blanket?