Drawings by MOI

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Just some pics I did 😀

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Me reading a book :D:D:D:D

Closing the book, I find I have left my head inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound, words adjusting themselves to their meaning. Long passages open at successive pages. An echo, continuous from the title onward, hums behind me.

From in here, the world looms, a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences carved out when an author traveled and a reader dept the way open. When this book ends I will pull it inside out like a sock and throw it back in the library. But the rumor of it will haunt all that follows in my life…

Mary and the doll’s house

It was the holidays. Mary was bored. They had cleaned out all of the closets, the basement, and everything in sight. She looked at her toys. The teddies lined up on the shelves, the various toys scattered across the floor, and the biggest of all, the doll’s house. She played with the teddies for a few hours, then went on her laptop. 10 minutes until bed.  She looked at the doll’s house. The curtains moved. No… They couldn’t have, she looked again. Two pairs of eyes. Since it was nearly her bed time, Mary threw a blanket over the house, changed, and jumped into bed…

TO BE CONTINUED