The Magic Bed and the Gritgrots

The story of my friend’s magical childhood.

My dear friend Tita sat in the sunlight with me, at the table on our back deck. We’re working on a project together, so we had gathered to talk about the particulars. 

The sunlight was too lovely to be purely productive. Instead, we meandered through our stories. 

She told me about the stories her Papa had created for her and her twin brother, Billy, when…

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