I walk down the street

I walk down the street
I see the library
I see the pages fly out
I hear the author's words

I start absorbing into the book
I feel a hand reach for me
I land on a piece of land
I look around

I walk farther
I see people of many types
I walk to them
They start to fad

I float to the sky
I land on the library floor
I here a voice
I found the hero who dragged me into a book and changed my world

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