CHAPTER THREE
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The next day, I went down to find it in the morning light, there I met a man, dressed in black, the bible in his hands. He doesn’t look up at me, ”Does this belong to you?” he touches the Bible on his legs
I say ‘Yes’, he says it had fallen on top his head last night and had wondered where it came from, and if it were from the heavens.
He said he wanted to know what kind of book it was, I told him, ”a storybook”. He said he wanted to hear the stories because he couldn’t read.
So I sat there, opened the storybook, and I read to him.
