For many years I would pass a street vendor who always wore a crown. I suspect that when one crown wore out he made a new one as they looked like props from the theatre. For many years too, there was a small sad looking girl, presumably his daughter, helping him to sell their goods on the sidewalk.
I often wondered what that crown did for him and eventually this story evolved, not exactly his, but perhaps out of his dreams .......
So stories are born - sometimes.
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