ever feel sad when you finish a book
so much so that you open it back up
and begin to read it again? I do
is real life so dull that i must climb between the pages of a book
and re-visit this new cast of characters/friends? Yes and no.
a ready-made group of friends
worlds far removed from mine
that I can visit at will – that’s the draw


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