I was just called Peter Pan.
Or rather, last night, a friend was talking about her initial love of the story when she was a child, and then her disappointment when she later understood the implications of Peter refusing to leave Neverland.
And then I asked if she thought I was Peter, and I could tell by her reaction that she hadn't thought it before I said anything, and then it all clicked.
So that's what I'm pondering at the moment.
Richmond Industrial Fire
1 year ago
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Wendy left Neverland and she grew up...even found the man she thought she would.
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