The Written Word Lives On

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…never to perish. Held tightly by my rainy day friend. In his flaps riddled with adventure. Resting in anticipation of the flesh's next excursion in a world harsh with reality. Knowing putting down my book for a while hurts my feelings only because no thing fleshy stacks up against the tower of my mind. A curse on the demon standing between my books and I. A curse on my need for sleep and for food.