A life spent among words—their ripples, their surges, their deceptive ebbs—is also a life surrendered to a quiet yet consuming enchantment. The strangely beautiful paths they carve alternate between the solid ground of reality and the mercurial landscapes uplifted in fantasy. If you, too, have wandered those shifting trails, you’ll know their peculiar allure: a…
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