It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the … - Francesca Lia Block

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Francesca Lia Block

It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said, Isn’t it cute, look at them playing, we would have smiled back, humoring them, but it wasn’t playing. It was transformation. It was our own world. Our own rules.

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