Reading

I miss being able to read the
way I did when I was a little 
girl. All I had to do was pick
a quiet space, usually on the 
floor in my closet. The moment
when it captivated me I was no
longer in my body. The only 
thing moving was my eyes across
the words and my small delicate 
fingers, turning each page 
quicker than the last. Until 
suddenly I could see where it 
ended and I was right back where 
I started, with no idea of how
much time had passed. 


-meb


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