I Sit In My Tree I Sing

A Good Bookshop Is Not Just About Selling Books From Shelves, But Reaching Out Into The World And Making A Difference.

Maybe We're All In Somebody's Dream. Maybe Everything's A Dream, And Nothing Else.

Anything Seems Possible At Night When The Rest Of The World Has Gone To Sleep.

Maybe We're All In Somebody's Dream. Maybe Everything's A Dream, And Nothing Else.

She Finds Tales Everywhere, In Grains Of Sand She Picks Up From The Garden, In Puffs Of Smoke That Drift Out From The Chimneys Of The Village, In Fragments Of Smooth Timber Or Glass In The Jetsam. She Will Ask Them, "where Did You Come From? How Did You Get Here?" And They Will Answer Her In Voices Very Like Her Own, But With New Lilts And Squeaks And Splashes In Them That Show They Are Their Own.