No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
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No one belongs when they are new to this world. All children are Changelings.

— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
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