Is it magic?

I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.  

Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me. 

They have always been and always will be an escape, a happy place, somewhere safe to go when you can’t leave. 

They’ve always been a portal to a magical world where the biggest worries are if the side character will make it or if that one couple will get together. 

A world of magic with comfort. 

A world that I wish I could live in forever. 

M

M. Hank

VT

14 years old

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