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How beautiful were those books!
The more I read; the closer the sea appeared to be.
I discovered in my books that there was a world behind those walls!!
There was a world full of books.
A world in which live those who write the books and those who read them.
I told my wise grandmother I befriended the words.
I told my wise grandmother I befriended the words.
I told her that I was no longer afraid of the words.
Only then she cried; and took all of my books.
She told me to never trust the words; for they have made many become just a memory; a memory that would never be mentioned in any book!
Only then she cried; and took all of my books.
She told me to never trust the words; for they have made many become just a memory; a memory that would never be mentioned in any book!
She said, "if you want to survive in this land, your enemies should be the words"
