Saturday, April 25, 2015


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  1. I still remember the first time that happened to me. I was seven years old, and I was reading a book of poems by Romantics era poets. I remember thinking, "I'm not alone."

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  2. It's one of the (many) reasons why I love books so much - and have such a problem understanding how some people don't (or seemingly are completely uninterested in) read.... It confounds me.

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