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| The Tales Of Me I hear the voices inside my head, of people in the tales that I have read. Now I can see that the voices I hear, are only of my mind, not of my ears. For I have read many different tales, from humans to animals, from fish to snails. Everyday when I read, I picture myself there, in a world with wonder, a place all by itself. Just me, myself and different worlds I share. |
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