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November 11, 2012


What a world of wonder are our books!

As one opens them and looks,

New ideas and people rise

In our fancies and our eyes.

The room we sit in melts away

And we find ourselves at play

With someone who, before the end,

May become who our chosen friend.

Or we sail along the page

To some other land or age.

Here’s our mind is over there.

Each book is a magic box

Which, with a touch, a child unlocks.

In between their outside covers

Books hold all things for their lovers.

– Anoushka Dash


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