Treasured friends with food for the mind, voices that we call books, Enable us to ride the wind and travel abroad with a look. Books teach, comfort, light up our world, make us laugh and make us cry; Footprints in time, for posterity, volumes that never die. Ideas an author once scribbled in pen - now stories to digest as we read. We enter another world with a book - one of words that were planted like seed. Novels, history, biographies, something profound or light; An author's covered door will beckon and we'll open that door with delight. ©Joan Adams Burchell Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail Website

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