When I cannot walk, or even stumble I tend to reach out for a tome, Something familiar, alluring, satisfying, Suitably comforting when all alone. Plot lines broad enough for easy tracking Leaping seamless from word to word, Charging hard towards a climax, Highly sensible or quite absurd. Stress relieved by a simple closing Moving tension to a better time, Tomorrow for that final chapter, Bringing completion, oh so sublime.
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