"Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are no young readers and writers, there will shortly be no ...

I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.
~ Margaret Atwood ~












I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because the...
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