The little queen lived in a world where the sky swirled like the sea and nothing was itself for very long. Everything looked to be in brushstrokes.

Meia Geddes
The little queen lived in a world where the sky...
The little queen lived in a world where the sky...
The little queen lived in a world where the sky...
The little queen lived in a world where the sky...
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The little queen lived in a world where the sky swirled like the sea and nothing was itself for very long. Everything looked to be in brushstrokes. In this quote, the author is describing a world that seems to move from one moment to another. It is a world where everything seems to be in different colors and backgrounds.

Source: The Little Queen

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