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  • I don't understand how she loves them, maybe the pictures, but more the rhythm of story I think, echoing some narrative melody in her bones; she's riveted, her hands shake, she croons to the page, a love song to the cartoon, the naked baby in the picture, the penguin; here we are lying under the kitchen table after dinner reading a story about a kind giant.
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