Don QuixoteA Poem by Ken e BujoldSometimes I try to imagine this world without books: could I survive an airplane? Perhaps, in deference to other needs I’d find time to master a new art, learn how to paint in braille; mill flour from the sun, or bake muffins while squeezing out sparks from an accordion. Life could be like that. Then the crisis will pass. All the avoidable people I’ve been trying to avoid will suddenly fall into the void … and I can start again. Ken e Bujold
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4 Reviews Added on January 14, 2023 Last Updated on January 14, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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