Why do I write?

I certainly didn’t know it when I took the leap and decided to “try my luck” at getting published, but isn’t this one perfectly lovely reason?

Please, meet Alice, in Moldavia. I’m just thinking I’d love to collect pictures of children from all around the world, reading my book, and with such concentration, too.  Thank you, Alice. I’m so happy that you liked it.

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