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Go Home And Read To Your Adult. We Forget How Much We Love To Be Read To.

Stories Are Light. Light Is Precious In A World So Dark.

The Shapes Arranged Themselves Into Words, And The Words Spelled Out A Delicious And Wonderful Phrase: Once Upon A Time.

He Was Reading From The Beginning So That He Could Get To The End, Where The Reader Was Assured That The Knight And The Fair Maiden Lived Together Happily Ever After.

Have You, In Truth, Ever Seen Something So Heartbreakingly Lovely? What Are We To Make Of A World Where Stars Shine Bright In The Midst Of So Much Darkness And Gloom?