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  At eight years, Jake stumbles on written words, each a hieroglyph. As if they're in alphabet soup, the letters float away. He adds letters from the next word to the one he's sounding out, or starts with the last letter, like a caboose trying hopeles


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski