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Books, pages that smell fresh and new, old and dusty. Lines of type that miraculously turn into conversations, descriptions, words of love and fear. Where shall I go today ? To France with Joanne ? On a train with Agatha ? On a moor with Emily ? Or flying through the air with Mary ?

Invisible to others I sit mesmerised by the words that lift off the page and make pictures in my mind, only to vanish with the slap of the the cover shutting.

3 thoughts on “READING

  1. That “slap of the cover shutting” – felt just like the ending of a good book that has carried you away. The picture is perfect for the words – I’ve never heard of that Peaches book. Will have to look up to see what that book is about!

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