There is a place I like to look
That is so simple to me.
I drag a blanket and a book
And engage in fantasy.
It is a corner, a lovely nook
That makes me so happy.
I can be an astronaut or a cook
Or be whatever I want to be.
When the story has me by the hook
I feel the most comfort when I see,
Some of the leaves in autumn have shook
From the great and aging oak tree.
And life is made to be what I took
From the stories that state with glee.
Even as I age with castle and rook
The chess game of life lets me be free.
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Chanda sent home money every two weeks. In a small village in India, she deposited money into the bank account of her aunt and uncle who sent her to live in America. The place seemed so remote, almost cut off from the rest of the country. There, a festival took place where participants hurled cow eliminations at each other. The muddy, mucky sense of it had been known for centuries. Locals tied it to an ancient god who they believed restored people’s health with the cow plops. During the festival, thick patties passed through the air and smushed into the bodies and faces of those rollicking around in the filth.
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