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Little girls see the windowdreams of luscious grown up clothes and bodies.

When you share your bed with someone for years you share their dreams as well.

I pictured this imaginary house for years. Then I came to live in one just like it. Walking through the village is like walking in my own painting.

Who hasn't wished to be different? Different hair, different body...different life...

You feel free inside but fear the cruel disapproval that always seems to greet your true spirit

Lets face it, we all long for Inkwoman to come into our lives to show us how to live.

Oh oh, here comes Lessonlady

Desire for understanding...we'll never knew the truth about ourselves