Published over 8 years ago
“(…) She was a little one. A little girl. Her little friends used to look at her and ask their parents "Look, why her horns are different?”. The little girl never cared about those comments, preferring to be different from all than equal to all those mouths that kept whispering up and down about her horns. “ - The Little One. Chapter II. P.10 2016 Charcoal over newsprint Original Size: A3
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