"Nymph" I was curled up on the chair in front of the huge picture window in my living room looking through a library book of photos of dancers. It was a perfect autumn day: crisp and clear and the red and gold leaves from my tree-lined street were dancing in the strong wind. I started thinking of the dancers as fairies flitting around with the fall leaves. So now you know what kind of books I read as an eight year old girl!
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