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A Little Girl In The Middle Of Nowhere Lost Her Happy Thought

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2019
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Publisher: Tektime

Preface

This is a story

of courage and changing.

A fairy tale, a great adventure, a growth.

A nemesis, a social and personal revolution.

Passing through the features of the high-sounding French names,

you will enter in Alice’s Wonderland through its ventricles and narrow streets.

You will meet the Aristocats and then you will go back

to the 101 Dalmatians in a dreamy Paris.

You will encounter distant memories of characters

known only in children’s imagination, and

you will meet other real

but carelessly and unfortunately unknown characters!

In this story, you will cross a good part

of the vast and colorful world of fairy tales.

You will travel with few bags to fill

at every single stop.

Through a small arc of white roses, you will enter

the garden of a faraway fairyland.

You will enter a world that, in some way,

it belongs to us and leads us to the true reality

of our childhood...

When animals and plants were able to speak.

When a small stone could be magical.

And when every happy thought

could also come true tomorrow!

J. D. Goodman

To Joel Buton

When he was still a child.

When you could already see a little glint

If attentively looking into his eyes.

A glint slowly lighting in the darkness.

And from that fragile glint, guessing in him, little child,

the birth of his great dream.

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This story begins in Paris.

One night, years ago, a few days before Christmas, while softly snowing and the first lights of the street lamps being powered off by a long candle-snuffer.

- Crazy things! There's people doing

odd jobs for living!

Madame Tussauds thought to herself.

Outside it’s snowing big twitchy flakes,

dancing in the wind and

in the glow of the lights,

before settling on the roofs and

the streets of Paris.

- How cold it is! What a rough night out!

Mary Jane thought, leaning on the fogged glass window overlooking the courtyard.

Facing Ladurée House, the residence of one of the richest families in the city.

And lastly, the street lamps on the luxurious entrance of the villa are powered off, as if even the light felt a certain subjection to the richness.
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