We lose ourselves in the smell of new print, the rustle of paper, each page an escape route to another world. Each one a tunnel through dirt to the daylight out of the darkness, living another’s fantasy, tragedy, happy ending.
A train ticket to places we’ve never been, frontiers of the heart, a journey of life.
A time machine a leisurely conversation with the dead. A room with windows, each one looking out on a different world, and past era, the future.
A book breaks down walls, barriers, to let in birdsong, traffics hums, scent of meadow, the noise of the thunderstorm, the fragrance of the sea. We become the hero, saving the world, opening doors to another dimension.
A world of memories, lost in dreams
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