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Well wished by franny billingsley5/26/2023 ![]() ![]() My memories of that year come to me now as though through a magical lens: the statue of the Little Mermaid rising from the gray waves of the Copenhagen harbor myself at Christmas, wearing a crown of lighted candles the Snow Queen’s palace, present everywhere in the dark afternoons, the drifts of snow, the moon-shot ice. ![]() I read his stories over and over, especially The Snow Queen and The Little Mermaid. Denmark was a fairytale place, home of the great fairytale writer Hans Christian Andersen. I was most truly myself outside school, which is perhaps why I loved the year I left the American school system to spend fifth grade in Denmark. After all, I had a universe of friends inside my head. ![]() I was rather shy and solitary, but I don’t think I was lonely. Reading was the only thing I was any good at. I daydreamed instead of listening to the teachers I read instead of doing my homework. ![]() In fact, I never thought I’d be much of anything, because I was such a lousy student. Those ballads, with their melancholy stories and haunting melodies, seeped into my blood they flavored the stories I wrote inside my head, a new installment every night, night after night.īut I never thought I’d be a writer. American folk songs but was also interested in Scottish ballads. ![]()
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