We are all blind and deaf.
To life we are.
To issues we are.
To people we are.
But there are Ink Children, like me, who refuse to be blind.
We refuse.
Because reality is a fog for the blind, and a wax for the deaf.
Following
Stories by InK cHiLd
...?
No.
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I gulped, feeling helpless and feeble and I spat out my question.
"Do you anything about...flying books...