The Fabulist
Once upon a time, the first storyteller used his voice but an enchanted sage wrote down, his stories in a picture book of words. There is only one copy and it is rarely found, so you must search the libraries, in all its corners, to find this special fable around. You will find it, where dust should be but the book is free. If you cannot read, do not worry, just open and look, for you do not have to be afraid. It is like singing A, B, C. Once opened you will be floating inside, just like when your mother’s voice was at your bedside. The words will enter your eyes and you will be there in the book, if you think you stayed too long, just close your eyes like the lullaby and then, when you wake you can take another look! 2/22/2017
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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