happy storytelling customer (may be slightly biased):

by Nick Duval-Smith

Ruby, aged 9, says:

“When Daddy tells a story, it sinks into my heart

-it’s always as though he’s playing on some bewitched harp.

It sinks into my soul like a stone thrown into a river

And when I go to bed, the story begins to slither…”

(If I can become half as good a storyteller as she is a poet, I reckon I’ll be doing o.k.)

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