Thought I'd be never capable of even reading poetry in English, let alone writing it. Now I see not being a native speaker as an actual advantage, a blissful ignorance of what worlds "should" usually go together, and freedom to combine them in whatever way sounds intriguing.
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...But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn’t know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn’t. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free"
