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Last published Wed, Jan 10, 2018
Era uma vez uma menina
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Fico cansada dessas histórias que pouco importam. Passei o dia hoje, antes de escrever, me perguntando se eu deveria simplesmente desistir de contar a história da menina. Essas coisas, na maioria dos momentos, me pareciam extremamente insignificantes. Mas parei para me perguntar: o que importa? Será que alguém vai ler? Será que alguém se pergunta como ficou a menina?
Cheguei a uma conclusão: a história da menina não precisa ser lida, mas quer ser escrita. E isso, para uma autora, já é o suficiente.
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