I find myself reading a book, paper back or hard covered. I've always loved it when I opened a book I would find wonders that non should imagine. The book became my playground the words became my soul, and just as I read I felt as if I was in the book. A memory told and a memory untold that is a book, a book is your imagination a book is your ideas, don't ever let them drift away because they might never come back. 
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