Quotable

By: Jacqueline Keith
issue 11

The rustic smell and the crisp turn of the pages let me live out my dreams. They inspire me. They are the fairy tales, and let me escape from life. Then I finish them. And I am devastated. But they complete me, and interest me.

Poem
fairy tales

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