"And I huddle in the lee of my paper mountain like Adam in the bushes and pick up a book and my eyes open panic-stricken in a world other than my own, because when I start reading I'm somewhere completely different, I'm in the text, it is amazing, I have to admit I've been dreaming, dreaming in a land of great beauty, I've been in the very heart of truth."
-Bohumil Hrabal,
Too Loud A Solitude
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McGregor, Iowa |
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