September 2011
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Sometimes, there’s nothing I’d wish for more in this world
Than to be left alone in each other’s company—
my dearest Book and I, o yes—
What a Time that would be…
A never-ceasing crinklefest of pages turned with bated breath,
An eternal feast of scrumptious word morsels I could munch on without rest;
Lines of tears and of laughter making my soul fizz and bubble,
Long hours of brilliant...
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“…memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from...”
– Enzo, The Art of Racing in the Rain 