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  • T Perfect for Me

    Twilight Sparkle clones herself to make more time for her friends, but just gets more distracted.
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  • T A Perfectly Ordinary Day in Ponyville

    Twilight Sparkle goes about business as usual in Ponyville.
    4,582 words · 30,735 views  ·  950  ·  25
  • E Ponies Visit McDonald's

    Ponies arrive at McDonald's, cause chaos, leave, in 1.2k words.
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  • E Becoming Alicorn

    The story of Celestia and Luna's coming to power, straight from the horse's mouth.
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  • T My Little Roommate

    David Clarkston and Key Lime have the weirdest roommates ever: each other.
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  • E A Very Special Day in Canterlot

    Twilight Sparkle tells a certain very special pony in her life how much she loves her.
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  • T Guilty as Charged

    Equestria's first murder in 500 years. What could drive a pony to kill? And why Twilight Sparkle?
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  • 37w, 19h
    Going pretty well, actually

    I haven't updated since I started my draft, have I? Well, I've been dedicating my writing time almost exclusively to Perfect for Me Too, and things are looking good. I'm about 80% done with the first draft (not 80% of the way to the end, though - the missing bits are mostly supporting and transitional scenes scattered throughout), and it's shaping up to be in the area of 50k words. I'm happy with that; it feels like about the right length for the story it tells. Most of the puzzles are solved, and the resolution is almost where I want it.

    The bad news is that I'm approaching this with the seriousness of something I'd be willing to publish professionally. That's bad news because it means it's going to take a fair bit longer than it's probably worth spending on an odd little niche shipfic - and certainly longer than it's worth waiting for one. But one, I want the practice, and two, my obsessive fear of negative feedback is making it impossible to even consider letting another flawed story out of my grip.

    And hey, at least it'll be the best story I can possibly make it when it is done. Anyone who manages to wait it out deserves nothing less.

    P.S.: Also, I think I need another victim to ramble at about the details. (Beta reader? Alpha reader? Developmental editor? Something like that.) I'm starting to feel like I'm buried way too deep in it to be able to be objective anymore.

    P.P.S.: Is it just me, or do postscripts seem a little odd in an age when you can go back and edit the message? Oh well. They're still a nice way to separate out things that don't quite fit with the rest. Like random observations about postscripts.

    6 comments · 270 views
  • 47w, 59m
    The Chapter Nobody Asked For!

    At least, I'm pretty sure nobody did. Ever wonder what the rest of The Prim Rose of Palamino Vale was like? Well, even if you did, you won't want to know after you've read this excerpt. Not safe for work. It's as explicit as it sounded, and you really don't want to have to explain this one to your coworkers if you start laughing.

    The Prim Rose of Palomino Vale: Chapter V -- In Which Chitinous Exoskeleton Confesses His Love -- In Which Lady Primrose Takes Him to Her Bed -- In Which They Have Sex

    Warnings: Heterosexual horse sex, a dark and stormy night, oscillating pillars.

    Also warning: It's... very.

    7 comments · 317 views
  • 48w, 23h
    Coming Unstuck

    It sucks to be stuck like I was. Nobody should have to go through wanting--not just knowing it’s something you should get around to, but really actually wanting--to do something for over a year, and yet somehow just... not. But I know, being a reader myself, that it’s an alarmingly common condition. I’m still in constant danger of slipping back into it myself, but finishing Perfect For Me was a huge victory, and a big weight off my shoulders.

    I don’t want anyone to have to go through that, but what can you do, right? What I can do is assemble a list of things that helped me. Sure, different things will work for different people, but if even one or two of them help one or two people, the world is going to be a little bit better off.

    First, the way I kept myself writing something regularly was best expressed by Seinfeld's (the comedian, not the comedy) "don't break the chain" thing. A little visual feedback can go a long way; for me it's little red button on my tablet with a number of how many days I've been going in a row, and it turns green each day when I press it. The basic idea (and the whole thing is really simple) is to build a chain of continuous days doing whatever; missing a single day means losing the whole thing and having to start over. Kind of like chasing an achievement, if you're into that sort of thing.

    As for what to write, the right answer to that was anything. I didn’t worry about whether or not it was something I was “supposed” to write. I definitely didn’t worry if it wasn’t anything I ever planned to publish, or even finish. In fact, I was better off because I decided ahead of time that I wouldn’t publish it. (But I can always change my mind later.) Writing something for myself, and literally only for myself, meant not overthinking it by worrying about how an audience would take it. You’ve probably felt it before when you wrote your own first chapter or first story. It’s really nice, and you can recapture it.

    Next, I don’t limit myself on how much, or how little, I write each day. Once I've started, even if I trail off after a single paragraph, I call it good for the day. It takes a lot of the pressure out of committing to a regular thing, and in all the two and a half months I’ve been doing it, there may have been two or three times total that I actually stopped without writing for at least an hour. Once I’ve put a few words down, I'm always surprised by how many more are there waiting behind them.

    The next thing is an odd one, speaking of having words waiting for me to write them. Somewhere along the line, I discovered that one of my biggest creative blocks has been my typing speed. Not too slow, but too fast! Most of my time was spent staring at the end of a completed sentence and wondering what the heck I would write next. Then I’d wander back onto the last thing I’d written and start editing it, which completely distracted me from the actual writing. When I started writing on my tablet, with the gesture typing keyboard (Swype style), it slowed me down enough that I couldn't write the words as fast as they came to me. And paradoxically, that increased my story creating speed tenfold. With my concentration taken up by the (rather silly, but surprisingly effective) input method, I was already subconsciously planning paragraphs ahead of myself. Also, it didn’t leave me with time to worry about getting everything perfect the first time through. That’s a good thing; first drafts exist for a reason.

    Eventually, after gathering enough momentum and finishing a logical ending point in my favorite project (that novel), going back to Perfect For Me just seemed natural.

    I also found a couple of interesting things on the “writing tips” front. The first was that almost all of my writer’s block moments were finally ended by me thinking, “Well, why don’t I just say that?” Once I’d actually put words to what was bothering me, all I had to do was put those words into the story. In one story, I was having trouble with a moment that I kept trying to let play out in a genre-typical fashion. Think of the moment with Discord when Fluttershy first ropes him in with the threat of losing her friendship. But it just didn’t work for my characters, no matter how many times I stopped and started over. So I made the villain a little bit genre-savvy. Once she’d described how I’d originally written the scene, in terms of it not happening, it obviously couldn’t go that way anymore. But suddenly, it had a whole new direction, because the villain’s words prompt a natural response: No, actually, I was going to say something completely opposite that.

    The other (related) thing I found useful was, when I was really stuck, asking the characters what they thought. When I ground to a halt in the middle of the second to last chapter of Perfect For Me, I finally sat Twilight herself (either one) down with quill and paper and had her explain the problem, and her thoughts on her situation in general, as she saw it. What was bothering her, what wasn’t bothering her, everything. And she explained the whole thing, in the slightly sarcastic first person, a lot better than I ever could have. (What? Well, you know what I mean.) So I looked over that little essay, and thought: This is awfully long. But long, wordy explanations are so typically Twilight that wouldn’t it be hilarious if I took parts of this and strung them into one huge, uninterrupted run-on paragraph, with the two Twilights taking turns catching their breath and speaking?

    Well, I thought it was funny, anyway.

    So there you have it. If any part of that looks interesting to you, I encourage you to take it and run with it. I can’t emphasize enough that it could work out better than you expect. It certainly surprised me.

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  • 48w, 1d
    Finally, with apologies

    The last chapters of Perfect For Me are up. I told you I'd finish it. Worth waiting a year for? I wouldn't go that far. But at least worth reading.

    To everyone who actually waited the nearly two years it took to get from start to finish, sorry it took so long. To everyone whose editing projects I neglected and eventually let drop entirely off my radar, I'm even more sorry. To the people whose PMs I've ignored, potential friends I could have made if I'd just responded and started up a conversation, well, yeah. Sorry.

    I can't adequately explain why it's been so hard for me to log into FIMFiction, or why I've neglected so many things over the last year or more. I could go on about things in my life that have taken a lot of my time, or issues I've had, but that would just be making excuses. If you've been there, and you know what I mean when I say "trapped inside my own head," then that sums it up. If not, I don't have the right words to explain it, not without making it sound stupid, lame, and not at all the debilitating problem it became. (And believe me, I've tried.)

    But eventually, I fought my way back. While I was on vacation in September, I took a new approach. Just write something, anything, not for an audience, just for fun to see where it goes. And, something completely alien to me, make it a first draft; no going back a million times to rewrite until it's fit to publish the moment I type the last words, just leave the mistakes or the slightly-awkward wording and move on. I took an old short scene I'd been inspired to write by a particularly interesting picture, and extended it from there. And extended it. And extended it. Two months later, it was a fairly respectable first draft of a novel-length pony fic, and I was keeping to a new commitment: write a bit of something every day, at least an hour if I can. This is day #75 since I started counting, and the chain remains unbroken.

    Once I got to the end of that story, I was able to use that momentum to finally finish those last two chapters. While it's tempting to look back and talk about what I think I did right and wrong, I probably won't do any kind of author's notes. The whole process was spread out over so much time that I'm not even the same person I was when I started it. So that's the end of Perfect For Me.

    Until the sequel. Yes, I'm still thinking about that. I learned my lesson, though: I can't handle commitment! Releasing a story as I go is right out. So if I do write Perfect For Me Too, it'll have been written in rough copy all the way to the end long before the first chapter hits FIMFiction. There are advantages to that, like being able to go back and polish up continuity issues before they become retcons. And knowing if I'll be able to finish the story at all. It takes a lot longer for the first chapter to come out, but keeping a regular schedule is much easier when all I'm doing is finalizing the chapters, not inventing the story as I go along.

    As for that novel-length fic I mentioned, well, I'm looking into making that a story here too. I wrote it for myself, but that doesn't mean there won't be other people who like it, and hey, the hard part's already done! Even if I published it untouched in its current form, it wouldn't be the worst thing that's ever graced FIMFiction.

    14 comments · 338 views
  • 90w, 3d
    Don't throw away your ideas! And have a short story.

    I was reminded recently of a very useful tip for writing, or for any creative endeavor. Even if you know an idea won't pan out as a top-notch story, even if it's just one thought or a single scene, there can still be a lot to gain from writing out a quick draft with it. At the very least, you'll probably end up with some interesting bits you can use elsewhere! Take this for example:

    My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle. I was born three months and six days ago.

    It was nighttime when I awoke. My friends were there.

    I didn’t realize what had happened at first, so swept up in the magic of the moment. I had done it! I’d completed the unfinished masterpiece of Star Swirl the Bearded himself, and I’d made Princess Celestia proud.

    And then, as if the evening couldn’t have gotten any better, I found out that not only had I transformed myself into an alicorn, I’d become a princess myself. Me, a princess! Every young filly dreams of becoming a princess one day. I certainly had; from the moment I’d seen Princess Celestia raise the sun, I’d wanted to become just like her.

    Of course, most fillies eventually give up on that dream and move on to more mundane aspirations, for one very good reason: It’s impossible. A pony can’t change her race any more than she can change her cutie mark. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

    The next month was a whirlwind of activity. I was shipped off to Canterlot, fitted for a beautiful new royal regalia--courtesy of Rarity, of course--and introduced to the world as Princess Twilight Sparkle. I got my own set of guards, my own section of the palace, and they’re even starting construction on a Twilight Sparkle wing in the Canterlot archives! But even with all that going on, most of my time was spent in the best way it possibly could be: with my friends. I can honestly say that it was the happiest month of my life.

    There have only been two others to compare it to, so there wasn’t exactly much competition. But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

    It wasn’t until the middle of my second month as a princess that I started thinking back to before my transformation. I don’t know what set my mind going in that direction, but one quiet night after my friends had gone to bed, the thought struck me: What had happened to me, really?

    Nothing in the spell mentioned growing wings. Nothing had warned me that I’d become a princess, that my whole life would be turned upside-down. All it had said was that I would fulfill my destiny. But what had my destiny been?

    I opened Star Swirl’s book again. I poured through its pages and reread each word, the old and the new. I traced and retraced every detail of the spell, followed every path that it described, and every time, it ended with the answer that I had been dreading. I cast my memory back, reliving the moment again and again, searching for some detail that would let me deny what had happened.

    It was an incredible moment. I’ll never forget the feeling of friendship. My friends were there with me, and they were more than with me. I don’t think I can really describe it, but try to imagine being caught in a big group hug with all your best friends, and then multiply that by a thousand. I felt like I had never been lonely in my life, and I never could be, because they had always been there with me, and always would be.

    But what was truly amazing was the magic that came from it. Ponies have always said that friendship is magic, and yes, we’ve found many ways to use the bonds between ponies as powerful magical conduits, but nobody had ever found a way to actually create magic directly from friendship. Until now. Now there was an infinite wellspring of it pouring into me, as fast as I could drink it in. More than I had ever touched before. More than any one pony could possibly need. More than any one pony could possibly contain.

    I never saw the scorch mark. Spike had cleaned it off the floor of the library by the time I got a chance to return there. I’ve been told, though, that it was in the shape of my cutie mark. A fitting tribute to the late Twilight Sparkle, though I might have preferred something more permanent.

    I suppose that’s where I come in.

    The soul that had once been Twilight Sparkle was met on the other side of the veil by the image of her beloved mentor, Princess Celestia. I don’t know if it was truly her, or an illusion conjured up in my own mind. I’ve been meaning to ask her, but there never seems to be a good time to bring up a subject like that. What a nice party, by the way, remember that time when I was dead?

    Regardless, we walked together there, traversing the hallway of what my life had been. My joys and sorrows, my successes and failures, they were all there. Things that I had forgotten or tried to forget, and things that no pony but me should ever be privy to, it was all laid bare before us.

    I was judged in that place. Of that, I have no doubt. Whether it was by Princess Celestia, or by some even greater power, I do not know. What I do know is that, by some great cosmic fluke, I was deemed worthy of the life I had lost, and of the power I had awakened.

    But no pony may pass three times through the veil. This, I also know. Birth and death are two sides of one immutable coin, and never shall there be a third. Twilight Sparkle would never return to Equestria. Her destiny had been fulfilled, and her story was over.

    I wonder now if that had always been Princess Celestia’s intent. To craft within a mortal pony a soul that could become an immortal. To raise a unicorn who could give rise to an alicorn. I can bear her no ill will for it, but the more I think about it, the stronger my suspicion becomes that she had known all along that this would be my fate.

    Twilight Sparkle’s destiny had been to die. To die, so that I could be born.

    Her soul was reshaped, molded to fit a new body, and a new destiny. There was no pain--I don’t think that such a thing as pain exists on that side of the veil--but it was an utterly disconcerting process to say the least. Her mind survived intact, as far as I know, and it and her memories are now with me, and of me. I am what she became. A second iteration, if you will.

    My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle. I was born three months and six days ago, on the day that Twilight Sparkle died.

    Not bad. I gave the idea a chance, and I not only got a neat little short to share on my blog, it lead me to a few much more interesting ideas. Like, what if her memories hadn't survived intact? What if she had come back missing memories, or even better, with memories that weren't her own? Now we're onto something way cooler than just Twilight suffering an identity crisis because of her reincarnation.

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  • ...

A science fiction story about how a fantasy world came to be. An alicorn foal awakens alone in a world that sentient life has long since left behind. This story follows Luna through her foalhood in the strange world, her quest for knowledge about who and what she is, and what happens when she finally finds her answers and makes the trip to the beautiful new world that her sister now rules.  

Cover image: Luna in the Sky with Diamonds by Noctudelic

Author's note: This was my first story, and even though it's complete now, feedback is still very much appreciated. My biggest goal here is to continuously improve, so every two cents helps.

First Published
13th Oct 2011
Last Modified
12th Jan 2012

Chapter 1: in which there is a speak-and-spell.

Watching this for now - keep it up!

sweet jesus. a human. And do I detect the slightest undercurrent of post-apocolyptica? Me Gusta. This would be the kind of fanfic I would write if I was not already writing. Just beautiful. +1 fave. :twilightsmile:


Just so. :pinkiehappy:


You do indeed! And I'm glad you're enjoying it so far.

Oh.  My.  Celestia.

Another story added to my already-impossibly long list of "have to read this one" stories.

Very nicely done; it's an incredible world that you're building here, and I can't get enough of it.

excellent story can't wait to hear more. genuinely.


How bout we get a number 6.

and if you could come in and do it on saturday? that'd be greeeeat.

There we are, Chapter 4. Enjoy it, folks!


With pleasure.  A fantastic, fantastic story.  Well done.

This is definantly one of my faves! I was a bit disappointed that the current addition wat a bunch of emails however it added the anticipation of the next chapter quite nicely. Can't wait!:rainbowkiss:


Don't worry, I'll only be publishing the "bonus exposition" bits along with chapters. So you'll get at least 1000 words of narrative with each update. :twilightsmile:


Seems a lot more complex than a simple "Speak 'n Spell"... Maybe one... *seemingly spooky voice that actually sounds rediculous* from the fuuuutuuure...! :derpytongue2:

What the...? Where'd the "Next Chapter" button go?

...Huh? What do you mean it's not there!?!

What? You're telling me you haven't written the next few chapters yet?

*Spike* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:raritycry::raritydespair::fluttercry::applecry::fluttershbad::fluttershyouch::pinkiesad2::fluttershysad:


this better not be one of those fics that just dropped off of the radar after the nightmare night episode.

happens, don't be so evil about asking for more and you might get it though. (just how we work, when someone is mean you don't want to continue what there mean about, usually.)


It's not dead, just sleeping. I've been sick, and the Minecraft mod I'm on the team for (IndustrialCraft2) is taking up more of my time. You might have to wait an arbitrary amount of time between chapters, since I tend to work at my own (rather intermittent) pace, but Luna's story (and LUNA's story!) isn't over yet.

Ah, Nightmare Night... apparently Ye Olde Butcherede Englishe being the national language 1000 years ago is now canon. I could just ignore it I suppose, but I'll probably end up spinning it one way or another to get it to fit into my story. I do enjoy a challenge.

>>20099 Well played, sir... Well played.

Yay! I am so exited that this updated! Have a pinkie pie.:pinkiesmile:

Curse these short chapters;

They drive me to insomnia

>Sees Update

>*Squeeee! :pinkiehappy:

Another exelent addition! I await your next chapter good sir!:moustache:

Wow... as the Moon in the anchor of the day and the seasons, so Luna is the anchor for Celestia. No other way to describe their relationship.


...poor Celly...

Wow. That was a great chapter :twilightsmile:, I look forward to chapter 14 nicely done :raritywink:

so is this coming to a close?

it seems like it...

And i can alleady tell luna meeting Celestia will be an incrediblly "D'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW" moment

Oh... Oh my.  Pardon me as I pick my jaw up off of the floor.  This story is amazingly amazing.  Mind-blowingly awesome.

I just- Hoover Dam, you weave a masterful tale.  Please, keep this up!

Hmm...this doesn't make the Thomas guy seem too bright. "Let's see: vital instructions for granting our tragically abandoned goddess-daughter one hope of rejoining her sister and all the others who were forced to leave without her...I think I'll write it on a single delicate piece of paper!" Really, guy, you couldn't put such a critical message onto one/all of the computers, or at least write it onto something that wouldn't be so likely to get chewed up by rats? Ah well, she still found it anyway, so at least it worked out okay. And I suppose it's also possible she could have figured out how to activate the gateway thing even without those directions.

So is Luna going to bring the rats with her? They don't want to get left behind either! And everyone knows you have to bring along a nice propagation group of rats when you settle a new environment.

Anyway! Looking forward to the conclusion.


It is indeed coming to a close, and I hope that their meeting will be as d'aww as it is in my head. I've been looking forward to that part for a while now!


It does seem like he was holding the idiot ball for a moment there, doesn't it? :derpyderp2: There would have been plenty of other perfectly interesting ways for me to deliver the message, without appealing to a miracle to save a scrap of paper from the claws of nesting rats. I think, if I did it all over again, I would probably change that. But I'd already written the note's presence into the story all the way back in the prologue, and I didn't want to just throw it away. So I'll chalk it up to him being just that short on time due to the whole team being busy with disaster response and an impromptu two-year acceleration of their plans to leave. That, or he had an absent-minded genius moment. (I do tech support sometimes. I've seen firsthand some of the stupidest mistakes from some of the smartest people. It's plausible!)

And no rats, sorry. Luna doesn't like the rats.

And there's the next chapter! It might be the final one - I'm not sure yet if there will be another numbered chapter, or if Luna's introduction to Equestrian society will be part of the epilogue, I'm going to have to play that one by ear. (I also want to write an epilogue in present-day Equestria. Are you allowed to have two epilogues? :applejackunsure:)

Now I can't help but wonder what happens to all the humans after this. Maybe that will be the subsequent-post-epilogue?


They die! :trollestia:

...of old age. After living long, fulfilling lives. :twilightsheepish: Last chapter incoming tonight, I think, and it'll be touching on this. It's bittersweet, but that's sort of the way of stories about immortals.

Huh, interesting way to handle the disappearance of humans. Everyone turns into ponies! Well, collectively anyway. Anyway, you managed to tie everything together pretty well with this story. I like it. Even gives a good explanation for all the leftovers from human society sprinkled amongst the modern ponies. Kinda sad to imagine Earth dying behind them, though.

So are the dragons and other various creatures already around, created along with the world itself, or do they come later? Wondering if Equestria's monsters existed while humans were still alive makes me imagine the possibility of a sequel story about a human petrified by a cockatrice, lost in the wilderness for thousands of years, then randomly discovered and unfrozen one day to see how the world has changed.

Read from the begining to the end. This was awesome.

As fan of the princesses, I think this is one of their best origin stories, very well thought. And Equestria rounded up nicely. The pun names, the different ponies, the human references, all explained. Bravo. :twilightsmile:

Just one thing... poor rats. :fluttercry:

And we're done here. I might add some extras on the end or something if inspiration randomly strikes, but the story is officially over. It was quite a ride, though a slower one than I had hoped. Thanks to everyone who read/reads it!

Insanely original, well-written, and, well, it's just fucking great. I don't have a lot of words, just five stars.

you know, the tool parts aside, celestia's outburst at the end would serve as a pretty good description of my own opinion of the human race as a whole (wouldn't really bother me none if our species just up and vanished one day honestly). that pretty much sums up various reasons i dislike humans... partly unrelated but for a while now all i've really thought our future to be is self-destruction and the more bad news/events that come up the more likely that seems :fluttershysad:

I agree wholeheartedly with the above sentiments.  I honestly did not see this going where it did and was pleasantly surprised that it didn't.  5 stars from me as well, good sir, for an engaging story that has kept me up far past my bedtime.

You know you've been wikiwalking too often when you keep going to click on the above links...

That was incredibly, insanely awesome. :pinkiehappy:

Wow, not much else I can say about this excellent piece of writing except wow. :heart:

Simply excellent, I love this backstory for the Princesses.

Hmm... "Megan"... can't be a coincidence, surely?

Nice story.


I threw just a few little references in there for the particularly sharp-eyed. I did indeed name her after G1's resident human heroine. Good catch. :twilightsmile:

>>350880 References like that are great fun to put in. In Ponies in Space, for example, I mention how Firefly "Reminds (Twilight) of Rainbow Dash". Hardly a coincidence there... Similarly, Dash mentions that the cameras all fail whenever she does one of her tricks (it's the one that's always slightly offscreen and involves an explosion).

But then, the show itself does those too. Notice that Dash's crash that out her in the hospital was an attempt at a double inside-out loop?

..well, neither did I until TVTropes pointed it out. Yet another G1-G4 link.

The king of those references, though, is probably Alexwarlorn on DA. His series has managed to make ALL the generations of the series equally valid - Pinkie's somewhat nostalgic for her white coat and wings, to give just one of hundreds of examples...

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