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Children's books

I'll stick to reading children's books. I've made forays into adulthood: all it seem to have is the acrid smell of burning dreams. ...there are no fairies in the world of adults, though plenty of witches; no redemption, merely a grave; love is so full of conditions it doesn't seem like happily ever after. Puppies grow up you know, And teddy bears wear out. The books have no pictures - or they do: terrible word-pictures of the fallacy of human existence. I'll stick to children's books. Published in Whispers, July 2015