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a uniquely portable magic: on books and doors and gateways

When I was little, I used to read everything I could get my hands on. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t read. I don’t remember when I started, but there are family stories of me coming up to my grandmother or aunt or uncle with a book in my hand and asking “what’s this word?” There are family stories of me reading things that were far too mature for my age. I didn’t care what I was reading, as long as I was reading. I’d read the same  ...

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