Friday, November 14, 2008
Lost in Words
The pages flip by so fast I hardly remember them go by. All there is, is the story. It enraptures me, holds me so close that I feel I know the characters, smell aromas, see vistas, hear conversations. Sometimes I lose myself in the prose, but this is the time that I treasure most. All track of time is lost and remains so until the last page.
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