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The way their eyes scramble over the paper.

It's like they're watching a play fall into place.

They create scenery that no one else can see, a visual in their head.

They're so pretty when they read the stories they love.

They giggle so sweetly and their nose kinda scrunches up.

Inside their mind they're a pirate on an adventure or a wizard discovering their powers, they're so many things and my heart blossoms like a flower.

They tower up their theories about the characters.

They sail the ocean blue.

They pick daisies and dandelions from sunsets near the moon.

They dance and laugh, fall and rise, smile and sin.

All within the pages of a chapter.

The personalities have crawled beneath their skin and it directs them to their thoughts, and their thoughts always win.

Literature is a foundation.

It's a good start, and from a good start, you build up.

You perfect yourself and make yourself proud.

Books launch them into cotton candy skies and fill their dreams with imaginary scenarios.

And if they were caught in the act of reading, they could not help but to plead guilty to expanding their emotions.

Even with all this crackhead commotion.

-Ariah Christman

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