I'm Will.
A 50-year-old man who has borne children.
Yeah, that's right. A different kind of man.
This is my story, as best as I know it.
I'm Will.
A 50-year-old man who has borne children.
Yeah, that's right. A different kind of man.
This is my story, as best as I know it.
“She hastily threw the eleven coats of mail over the swans, and they immediately became eleven handsome princes; but the youngest had a swan’s wing, instead of an arm; for she had not been able to finish the last sleeve of the coat.”
—Hans Christian Andersen, The Wild Swans