Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood
Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood
Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood
Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood
Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood
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Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood.

— Jane Yolen, Touch Magic: Fantasy, Faerie & Folklore in the Literature of Childhood
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