illustrated stories and poems by linda sarah
May 12, 2013 in flying, poetry | Tags: beds, books, flying
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May 13, 2013 at 12:43 am
May 14, 2013 at 6:41 pm
Hmm, the future is not so shiny, hem? But I like flying books. It’s allways so difficult to lie comfortly in bed and at the same time hold your book. The book reading itself to me… I would love that. Just cuddle up and fall asleep with a story in my ear. Just like my mom used to do.
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