Snow White by Carole McDonnell

I do not like the name: Snow White.No one could be that pure.But, accepting it, let us move on.Such purity,existing in a world as political as a castle,could be daunting, unnerving.And for a beautiful queen,learned in intrigue,reared in flattery,such purity would not only be daunting,but also an affront.I am thinking of a girl I met in college,an idealist at twenty,who wrote untouched,undiminished,unbroken songs,about white unicorns.This girl was hard to stomach.And not that I spent hoursin front of mirrors--but simply looking into the mirror of her songsshowed how diminished,broken and unwholemy songs were.This is not to sayI side with the queen.Only that I understand.
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