The Green Door

It was enchanting. It was the rabbit hole of her private Alice in wonderland adventure, or so she’d imagined. It sat upon a hill, no walls either side. It made no sense to be there and therefore must be the doorway to a magical getaway.

So afraid was she to be disappointed that she continued to walk past the green door: allowing fear to be her gravity.

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