The Magic

I cannot stop diving between the pages living a brand new existence each time.

Nor can I get over the feel of the heft of stories held in my hands. Or the smell of the pages enticing me like a siren’s call.

There is an unbelievable beauty in words woven into stories that shocks me anew each time I settle down with a book. 

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